The joy of small things

That's right... once upon a time, like today, we were genuinely happy about the sun, which occasionally visited us, delighting us with its light, even if not warmth.

Are we now able to rejoice as sincerely in the little we have... what we have?! Why "more", "more often", "more strongly", if we have the little that brings pleasure?! There are only two possibilities: this pleasure is a bluff or a simulation, in order to involve or put to sleep the vigilance, so as to get more and more in the end; it is the fear of missing the little, remaining without "sweetness", abruptly starting to starve.

That's why trying to make yourself whole is like a flame burning somewhere on the horizon. Bright and warm dreams!

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