Voglio riprendere qui e sviluppare un discorso cui ho già accennato con alcuni miei commenti sia sul blog di Sudore&pioggia sia su quello di Risè . Il discorso sul "senso delle cose”. Nasce da domande che mi pongono la mia vita, da esperienze che ho attraversato o sto attraversando, e che vorrei condividere with others.
When years ago I began my journey of research staff had no clear ideas about what I was after: he was restless. The only certainty - and I was well aware - was the force with which childhood chasing me the parable of the talents: the awareness that I had been given talents and that one day I was asked to account for how they had used. At that time, obviously, this was not related to the sense of passing time and opportunity that goes away, but only and simply to my sense of personal responsibility: God has given me the talent, but use them just depends on me.
This question obviously came with the arrival of twenty years and questions about my future now beginning to feel the possibility of an impact on my life choices and see that a little later I met some potentially definitive crossroads. The questions that arose they took many different roads to take me years after that experience was crucial for me Arkeon.
In those years I began my " struggle with life," made of dreams and plans, some implemented, some ongoing, others frustrated, sometimes quite painful. And in this fight I discovered that the true results are not achieved or missed targets (trivial as money or important as a smile or a family) but the ability to " make sense "of things. Better: of " accept" the sense of things. It is said that the way I wanted. It is said that is how I imagined it. But I can accept that things can have a meaning that goes beyond me because it comes from before me. That transcends me. For me this has to do with faith, but I think that may exist in a secular vision "faith in life", the 'openness to life. " A passage from the Bible very dear to me says " through the valley of tears in the change source " (Psalm 84: 7-8): that's what I mean. E 'pain that acceptance as part of life, cercarne l’insegnamento, di cui parlavo nel mio post sul guerriero e la vittima .
In quest’ottica la vita perde i connotati della lotta col destino, del lavoro di Sisifo, della corsa contro il tempo, per diventare l’opera della mia vita, tanto grande quanto minuscola. La certezza che Dio ha chiesto proprio a me di portare questa piccola goccia nel mare. In alcuni momenti ciò mi fa sentire che il dolore è una carezza ruvida di Dio, che in silenzio mi osserva e mi sostiene mentre muovo i miei piccoli passi di uomo. E scopro che, un po’ alla volta, nel tracciare quotidianamente il bilancio della mia vita la domanda è sempre meno “sono soddisfatto?” e sempre più “chi are you? Who am I ".
In this sense, in this way, Arkeon was decisive for me. Yes, he gave me some tools, some knowledge of the mechanisms for the soul, the heart of the automatisms, collective unwritten laws that govern human lives. But mainly because he offered me a circle where to sit, meet others and myself. Where to look into the lives of others all that I could not see my life. Where you can hear the cry of my soul, I thought I had pain and instead of life. Where other men could accept the teachings that I had not fully welcomed by my father, to learn from him and return to start my life as a man. Where to share a piece of road.
Arkeon I brought in a heart of stone and has given me a heart of flesh.
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