Il Belpaese
Many people seem to travel under the excuse that they need to get away, to get some space in order to seek and, eventually, find themselves. Cheers for them. I already have found myself –that is, to be accutely precise, I’ve found one of myselves– and it’s not a nice sight, to say the least. I travel now because I need to get away from myself, from that arrogantly egotistical self I’ve discovered in me and to, maybe, hopefuly encounter a new self –one with which I, and everybody around me, can feel more comfortable. Since we’re not one, but many, one differente from each point of view (cfr. Uno nessuno e centomilla by Luigi Pirandello), I’ve come to the conclusion that changing drastically the points of view from which I’m regularly seen would be the fittest option to help me in this separation from myself and this eventual search for the other me. Thus, I’m in Italy, even if a remote land, one in which I’ve always felt like my second (or third, maybe) home, in an enviroment that I’ve known forever –even if I just taste it directly for the first time right now–, somewhere where I can feel comfortable and be who I am, without drastic changes, but yet look for myself in strange eyes, those which can speak louder truths about me and myself. Then, I hope, I’ll leave behind that self and return with not a differente one, but a better one. Because I know certain people that deserve that from me.
Now, you may know that I enjoy talking about myself a lot, but that I don’t write about me that merrily, so, until comeback, I hope I won’t have to pick through my soul that much.
Soaked in Limoncello and Grappa, I must tell you: “See you soon”.
This has been a bit painful, I must admit.
Comment por POL — Friday, 27 November 2009 @ 9:16 AM