Have you noticed that we often prefer to shoot for nothing than to console ourselves a little?
I don’t know if it only applies to me or if it’s a generally valid law, but I love the complex. I love people with the right opinions, I love the right people, whom you can’t corrupt, I love the people who stubbornly check the “truths” they hear. I love people who do not change as the wind blows, who form their opinions after thinking! I love people who put their whole soul on the tray in front of you only after they met you and discovered that you deserve their confessions. I’d rather know that I fought and didn’t win than to know that I got a little without fighting!
No matter how much we agree that we are courted by men, no matter how much we pamper ourselves with the attention we receive from those we like, we will never be fully satisfied until we fight … and maybe we will be many times happier that we fought and did not achieve anything concrete than to stay with someone who can a little … And so we can go on quietly, to toil for someone who meets our expectations, without asking ourselves ” what if? ” would have gone with the previous one, because we clarified this aspect before it happened … because we tried … in vain …
I love people anchored in God. I prefer to try to help even if I have no benefit … not to be convinced that some are lost. I prefer to choose the hard one, to love a pretentious man than one … permissive to say so, who accepts anything very easily, but next to whom it would be easy for me to sit because he would be comfortable …
I’d rather leave if I’m only offered half. I prefer to look for love and not mediocrity. I’d rather cry for a while because I didn’t manage to reach someone’s heart, then recover, than stay with someone who may have doubts …
