Piece of cake

I take my cue from the title of a very nice book which I recommend you read. The book is written by Enrico Ruggeri for whom I have no interest as a singer but whom I greatly appreciate as a writer. The story takes me back to adolescence and reminds me of the arrogance and pride I had as a kid, towards my parents and adults in general. Looking back today, I see the darkest ignorance of those who believed they already knew everything and instead had not understood anything. I was mentally subject to a superficially libertarian and permissive culture that was emptying me of everything. If I could go back in time I would ask to be brought up with more discipline and a sense of respect because only these qualities can safeguard a non-superficial freedom. I mistook freedom with the absence of responsibility. I wanted to be free and I did not understand that my desires were the result of a cultural and political indoctrination that took me away from my innermost nature. I was not able to understand and appreciate the efforts of ordinary people to be able to live with dignity and simplicity. I was not able to see the beauty of daily commitment, knowing how to thank the people closest to me, first of all my family, for the continuous efforts in giving me a privileged life and an education. I dreamed of a more just society that had been realized would have been hell. In essence, I was full of prejudices without knowing.

Today I don't know much more than then but I'm aware of my lack of knowledge. I understand more about my limitations as a human being and this understanding gives me a sense of grounding in infinity.

At least today I do not feel a continuous feeling of inadequacy and I feel totally satisfied by my perfect life in its imperfection.

m.m.