To my mother, death was a serious thing, as serious as life. Life was something she liked. Not only her life, but life in general. She loved diversity, the color that reminds us that life is essentially good and that men have soul. Because color is within us, it is something that everyone put in things, even though there are people who can only see the world in black and white.
We are identified with our limits, with our diseases, with our cultural and social atmosphere, and then there is fear of change, but when we become aware, we change. From my mother I learned that it is never too late, that you can always start over again, right now you can say “enough” to the dogmas you inherited, in order to harmonize with life. There’s nothing better than living without enemies.
I thought that at a certain age one begins to get apart from the world, but the opposite happens: I see it everything more clear; I’m in the middle of this exciting battle. I am now able to respect my own story; my grandparents inspire me, and the present reshape me.
My parents died, my pets died, most of the people I have loved are dead. When doctors gave me only three month to live I had to leave what I used to call “Homeland”, I left my house, my job, my “culture”; I had been forced to start all over and over again. Life has turned me into a detachment and renunciation master. It delights me the idea of overcoming all illusions, denying any complicity, not accumulating dogmas.
Planet Earth is part of the whole, that’s why anywhere you can be a poet or a murderer. Humanity is just one body. In order to belong to the human species, the only requirement is to be human, after all, we are more similar than we think; when you awake to the world, you discover that we are all the same, you realize there was a time when the world had no frontiers. We all have the same tiredness, the same questions, the same roar, even though an abortion could have a different meaning to a woman from Geneva than a woman from Vietnam, or, a piece of bacon could be a “Sin” or a beautiful Sunday celebration with family and friends. So where is the difference? Does the bacon change? Or is the person who sees it differently? Which holy book gave us a morality that poisoned our lives? Important? Important would it be not kill shot a 6-year-old boy. Neither shot, nor hunger.
The expression “Carpe Diem”, which means something like “seize the moment”, reminds me that life is limited and brief. Losing this fleeting opportunity that eternity gives us, by hating, killing, dividing, judging, or discriminating, is an absurd on cosmic dimensions. We came into the world to be happy, and the only way to transcend is this in what we invest those brief moments to turn our lives into something extraordinary. So if you decided to live your life as a tyrant, embittering others, discriminating, judging, forgetting that we are all part of the same planet, no matter what you have, houses, cars, clothing or college degrees, you will have failed as a human being, you will inevitably be a bad memory for the eternity.
The only fundamental wealth we have is our lifetime, which is almost a miracle… Being alive on this planet. Here, Inevitably dying is a business, killing is a business, healing is a business, society is a business… It’s all based on accumulation, disguised as innovation, which makes what already exists look as if it was new, which leads to a waste of effort, a waste of resources, but especially, a waste of human life. We are all part of this wonderful creation; we are exceptional beings with exceptional abilities. Anyway, whether we are aware or not, everything has a mysterious order, from the coffee that falls down, to the plane that lands, every coin has two sides, every stick has two ends.
We must get used to thinking with contradictions.