There is a phone call that I do every now and then on Thursday night that fills my heart. First of all because my phone to a dear friend who lives outside of Genoa, and secondly because it is a call "slow" that we have no haste and tell us our lives without the thought of hanging up something fast because presses . This makes us the good and is a gift that sometimes we allow both me and her. instead suffer so much visited in "stroke". The more I get older and more intimately than I hate giving himself brushing against hasty appointments that will never speak for a bit 'calmly to confide in and face all the time it takes. We seem to have relegated this to the studies of experts, however, where an hour after the shooting rate and there is another person who will enter (paying). Still, there are priests and the witnesses who are willing to listen to for free and for long times even the stories, problems, joys humanity but I do not know how long this could happen. I bow to the slowness of the relationship and is a real pain for me to die to feel the words in my mouth because there is no "time" and the person who talks to me or myself, we care and we are already reaching out "other." The joy, the joy of talking with a friend or a relative or a son or a husband, he managed to also transformed into a huge undertaking to be addressed (I have to, I I feel obliged, and not that nice!) Again, this is consumerism and its opposite is to stop the dialogue and make those words become moments of eternity.
I faced his view with suspicion, did not convince me nor the plot nor the title of the film (for me the title is very important), and after about two hours I found myself with tears in his eyes and belief that it was a of the best movies I had ever seen. The story of George VI (father of Queen Elizabeth), King stammered, a bit about 'the history of each of us. Because, except for the perfect ... we all have small or large handicap that prevents sometimes bring out the voice, to give breath to wishes and hopes, to talk, to explain, show our individuality, to say the word that only we can say. Not everyone has to give a speech to the nation, but everyone in his small talk has to do that sometimes it does or "stutters". Block more afraid of his shadow ignorance and already we have seen since school classmates who did not study but they knew "very well sell their wares, while others were massacred on the books and remained completely silent and defeated in front of prof. harsh and authoritarian. Then during each life there have been important days in which to make or not make a speech to tell the difference between acting and suffering. When should defend their dignity in the face of an injustice, a bully, when to say something to a child because a situation can not go on like this, and when a friendship which is held so shaken when a love disappoints or hurt when you are part of a group and feels that its spontaneity and sincerity is choking ... Then it's time the "speech of the king '."
There once was a man who wanted to be perfect, so he went to a Buddhist temple to look for a teacher to help him. soon found him asked him: "Master, if I meditate four hours a day, how long will it take to transcend my own suffering and come to perfection?" The master replied: "If you meditate four hours al giorno forse ci metterai 10 anni" Pensando che poteva fare di meglio , l'uomo allora disse:"Mestro se medito otto ore al giorno quanto impiegherò a trascendere?" Il maestro lo guardò e disse:" Se mediti otto ore al giono forse ci vorranno 20 anni" " Ma come mai se medito di più ci metterò più tempo?" chiese l'uomo. Il maestro rispose:" Non sei qui per sacrificare la tua gioia e la tua vita. Sei qui per essere felice e amare. Se il meglio che puoi fare sono due ore di meditazione e invece ti sforzi di meditare otto ore , ti stancherai,non capirai il senso di ciò che stai facendo, non ti godrai la vita. Do your best and maybe you'll find that no matter how much you meditate, you can live, love and be happy. "
