"Life is a long river, which flows without stopping. We are only grass, and water us away. We are not aware of being dragged, until they shake our limbs numb and try to stop our run, to reflect on what happened to us. But unfortunately when we do it is often late. We realize that we can not change the course of our lives, and sometimes our mistakes can not be changed or forgotten. Sometimes they are so serious that can not be remedied, and we remain there, silent and watch the evil we have done without being able to remedy or changing situations. Then we look for a refuge to hide, there where people can not see how we were proud and contemptible to ourselves, but also with others. We can not blame them if they look at us with contempt. Because we realize, even if it is late, that they are right, and finally, we seek a remedy, although awkwardly, to the failings in the past. But it is precisely then that we realize that the time at our disposal is short now, because we ran too long on the banks of the river that is the "Life" and, when we almost got to do something good for others , appears before us the overwhelming cascade that leads us to the end of our days on earth, without being able to finish what we started.
Few people wake up in time from the torpor and begin to do good. They are helped by their senses, memories from their past, trying to find their beginning, the sense of Their "Life". And when they arrive at the end are so tired but so happy ... They could fix everything, and they know that, finally, will enjoy the inner peace they feel so much need, but, more importantly, they know they have left a good impression of themselves.
The memory of people in the long course of the river have been able to stop and think, acknowledging their mistakes, although it is sometimes difficult, and trying to put some means. "
Massimo Spada
Your Black Angel!
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