Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/07/poesiatrova-un-modo/
I wonder if we’re just victims of our choices,
if when we think that “there’s nothing we can do about it”,
we just resigned ourselves,
yet, within us, it does not happen.
Rational, Irrational …
And one of the biggest bullshit I’ve been hearing lately
“Rationalize the feeling”.
Even enough …
A bit like not feeling suitable,
thinking that there is someone better than us,
just because he has “more”.
Maybe the “right” person doesn’t exist,
maybe it’s a false myth,
like a god,
And then, like the other things in life, in my opinion
you create the right people.
You create them, engaging with sacrifice,
rather than letting go of what you feel,
chaining it in some way.
Maybe it is we, who are our own obstacles,
mistakenly believing that they are not suitable …
Locking ourselves in a coffin of excuses,
to avoid getting sick.
No need, you can’t.
Maybe we are truly capable of anything,
just stop not being …
and I’ll be optimistic, dreamer, whatever you want:
and like any dreamer, I have to make my dreams come true.
Maybe this will be my story,
because I want the wrong person,
because I don’t know any other way.
Because, no matter how hard I try …
I can’t give up.
I have to find a way,