E le risposte migliori
che io abbia mai ascoltato
me le ha date il tempo.
Clemente o spietato,
ma sincero.
E schifosamente
o meravigliosamente definitivo.
I hate it when people say “think positively at all times!” like no, as long as you are human you will inevitably experience insecurity, heartbreak, grief, anger, loss, stress and tiredness. and it’s completely natural and fine! just recognize and validate your feelings and allow them to pass. it’s ok to not be ok.
healing is so hard. it takes time and energy and never goes quite how you expect. but it’s happening. you are getting a little further away from the bad days every moment. you’re doing so well.
life doesn’t end at 25. life doesn’t end at 27 or 30 either. life doesn’t end at 35 or 45. life doesn’t end at 65. it doesn’t matter how old you are, when you decide to get your high school degree or start a family. it doesn’t matter when you decide to go run a marathon or go travel the world. life is not made up by numbers, age is, and your age is not all that you are. you got time. life doesn’t end until it ends.
“Una volta la nonna mi aveva dato un consiglio:
«Nei periodi difficili, vai avanti a piccoli passi.
Fai ciò che devi fare, ma poco alla volta.
Non pensare al futuro, nemmeno a quello che potrebbe accadere domani.
Lava i piatti. Togli la polvere. Scrivi una lettera. Fai una minestra.
Vedi?
Stai andando avanti passo dopo passo.
Fai un passo e fermati. Riposati.
Fatti i complimenti. Fai un altro passo. Poi un altro.
Non te ne accorgerai, ma i tuoi passi diventeranno sempre più grandi.
E verrà il tempo in cui potrai pensare al futuro senza piangere»”.
When Orpheus turned
and looked back and knew
that genius wasn’t enough,
I wonder which he regretted most:
the failure of will,
Eurydice lost,
or what it must mean for her
to remain
a fraction of darkness?
Did he still tame animals
with his songs,
or would that seem a child’s game now?
Did he tune his lyre
to a minor key,
the last notes falling
like darkened leaves
to drift toward Lesbos?
In Balanchine’s ballet
the failure seems Eurydice’s fault
who tempted his blindfold off,
as if the artist must be absolved,
as if what matters
is the body itself–
that instrument stringed
with tendon and bone
making its own music.
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