Two contrasting worlds

I would like to be happy, but the question is am I free to be happy?

Whenever I think that a friend of mine is very happy because he is lucky, because life has given him everything and no difficulties he has encountered; every time I think that others can do what they want and I am the loser on duty, that I have to fight; every time I think I am inferior, with less luck, with more challenges to face and difficulties to live. Whenever I think this is bad luck, every time I think it negatively it's because I'm running away from life's challenges, it's because I'm running away from the luck I have to be able to choose. Whenever I think that poetry is the life of others it is because it is easier not to try and complain than to try and accept a possible defeat, to try is often to take a leap into the void, something that scares everyone.

Whenever I think "badly", I'm wrong.

Every time I hand over the responsibility of my life to others it is because I do not want to take responsibility for what belongs to me.

We create happiness every day of our lives, choosing what our heart wants for us and that is basically what we deeply desire.

We face our responsibilities and face our personal challenges! We face what life offers us to be better people and to get closer to what is done for us, to what just thinking about it makes us feel at peace and harmony!

No one is luckier than those who have the courage to take their lives into their own hands and change their destiny.

Easy is : to say – I can't-

It is difficult to destroy the limits within which we often force ourselves to stay, sometimes out of ignorance, sometimes to remain in the certainty of the comfort zone.

It is difficult: to stop for a moment and observe oneself, to observe because we have no time to do anything; who is our boss? Who let us allow ourselves to be commanded and decide on our lives? Are we really free? Are we able to fantasize with our heads and thus create poetry in our lives?

These are rather annoying reflections, but as long as we think that we, no! We cannot live life a life of poetry… it is only because we are afraid of the different, afraid of being different and above all they told us, but we believed it without too much indecision, they told us that life is like that. Our fathers and grandfathers told us this, they were who lived a difficult life, but we, instead of thinking that the imprint is the one for everyone, we should understand the great opportunity that our ancestors gave us, who were often not free, to be able to create a life of poetry, we are free, thanks to them.

We have the opportunity to investigate and understand something more, to build on the opportunities we face.

We are free, the only thing that limits us is FEAR. think about it!

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