are born, we grow, we evolve, we change. Travel. perceive as time passing faster and faster. As children, child's daily life has a particularly high. As adults every day disappears too quickly and going to another that gradually dissolves more and more instantly.
THE time is never enough.
Only a certain age onwards ....
Only a certain age onwards ....
The difference, I understand, is only in us.
As children we are like tanks: empty in the beginning of our life and then gradually more and with more and better content. We ourselves that we seek (some more, some less) content. The go cramming inside us, the first in bulk, then, on occasion, we are forced to tidy up. Throw away the superfluous (or what we do not use frequently) and we hold significant memories and experiences.
We realize more and more adults to be aware when they start to get sources to provide to others our experiences, rules, information that are now part of our baggage. As there happened to be young when we met some rare traveler's life full of trunks and suitcases, those rare people (who I wish you all to meet) who have made their life a lab, brave necessity or virtue, prepared to open their trunks and a secret drawer to show their treasures and their skeletons to us we offer them our attention .
We will in turn become a source only if we have experienced the charm of the discovery of other lives, other content, and other circumstances of someone that has proved so generous to put aside.
If at this point there is coming to mind as someone to whom to attribute this recall: sources also pay their contents without forcing you to drink or to enjoy.
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