Time passes

An interesting thing about aging is being able to look back and see how much time has been lost, this is because after being disheartened by the lost time, we will be able to understand that that time has taught us not to lose it anymore, erasing it if we can say the despondency. . Of course, there is the possibility that this time has made us incurable bosses ... and in many cases there will be little to do ... inexorably we will continue to lose it until our last day. But if today I had to make a list of the days wasted - just to take stock of the situation - I would skip the description of the bullshit made, also because this column would not be enough. I like to think of another aspect of time that vanishes and never comes back: I will be wrong but I often have the feeling that humanity spends most of its time reading news and being appalled by the succession of things.

The things that happen rarely seem to generate an improvement in people, who seem almost hypnotized by the evil ... what happens makes us more easily ruthless judges. This ruthlessness produces only one thing: it is making us unable to see who we really are. In recent years the certainty that "evil" (the synthesis of all the pain and tragedies of the world) hides our salvation within itself has taken root in me overwhelmingly. As if it were our enemy who unwittingly pointed to his weak point. My grandfather said to me one day: "Look what a crazy thing over there!" "Where grandfather? ". "I'm sorry too late!" Let us be aware that the pandemic is showing us the way.

Andrea Gotico
NP February 2021