THE DREAM AND THE FORCE. EXTRAORDINARY TRAVEL FOR ALL THE HEROES 
For some time I think of this post. An infinite time in the mind that just today, January 1, 2011, comes to life.
Every new year brings reflections on the future. On what will be. And this year I'm here to write about ... not knowing where I will take this pen.
One time I wrote about dreams to achieve, the thousand things I wanted for my future. Today, however, I would not talk about goals, but the baggage of what it takes to take on any journey to own half.
I'm still young to have a universal story to tell, but my travels have always been great and tiring and luggage, oddly enough, has narrowed over time. I understand that in order to go fast, you need to travel light, without anchors, and the ballast. I'm here to tell you about it.
As often happens in the first trip, the feeling is always to need of many things: all things that, perhaps, may be useful to us and that often ends up staying in a suitcase. An unnecessary burden to be dragged from town to town.
In this time of my life I have often reflected on what, in fact, I served both to deal with travel, life projects. To this question, as much as I tried, the answer was always the same: nothing. Nothing but myself.
Actually, no, things have been necessary (for me at least) one thing that I call will power.
may seem trivial, each of us feels strong enough when he imagines - young - their future. It has a sort of feeling of omnipotence, of wanting to conquer the world, to rise to positions of absolute prestige of being or becoming rich ... you want for yourself the best that life has to offer.
The dream is true, includes a goal, but it certainly does not illuminate the journey. Nothing the dream reveals how, when and if we can crown our beautiful dream.
Upon awakening from a dream, nothing seems to have changed, except that now we are awake, the dream of life is something else ... but, above all, the goal is exactly where we left it. Light-years away. In a distant place.
Too many, naive, however, are beginning to think we can do it, carefree are walking the streets of deja-vu, or doing all the same steps ... in the same direction. After passing the "first mile", in fact, carefree smile gives way to a different feeling, maybe because of those sad faces in the meantime, we crossed the road.
Initially, the dreamer does not understand the reason behind those faces, but soon realizes that they are faces of people who have lost the light of his dream. They are people who have decided not to proceed more towards his goal and to stay in a place of rest characterized by a feeling of security and self-directed phrases type "at the bottom, it's okay," or "bad luck haunts me, but who am I doing this?", "I can do ... I can not reach," in life you need luck, "and ... ' Besides who am I to think we can aspire to ... "" I did all I could ... "
In this place" safe ", indeed, dangers lurk less suspicious mediocrity, the lack of motivation, the total removal from the goal and, above all, those detestable excuse we use to justify to ourselves and others our new status as a failed dreamer.
Many people astray, saying that truth to themselves (and others) that the dreamer by nature, is doomed to fail. "In life you need to be pragmatic ... down to earth", they usually repeat with the arrogance of "signorsottutto" negative data validated by experience.
is true, the dreamer is destined to fail. This happens when the dream becomes a project, but especially when the project is not given the full force of the dream. Why does a dream become a project, really want it. Demand with all his strength, and use these forces to tackle all the difficulties encountered along the way ... because of difficulty, my friends, there always will be. Too many. But it is on how to face the difficulties with the quality of intelligence, perseverance and strength of the passions, played a sense of willpower.
The dream is the greatest thing given to us is the idea of \u200b\u200ba possibility that we decided to give it to ourselves, is the only engine of our actions ... of our trip.
reached this point, some may wonder why this post.
Well, I was a child I had two dreams to realize, but today I'll talk about one of these dreams.
Little Joseph dreamed, I dreamed of being able to run like other children ... to be able to run carefree on the streets or fields, among flowers chasing the air ... I dreamed of being able to feel the wind through my face, scratch his eyes. Trivial, right?!
Not so much if you think that this was the dream of a child with a strange form of asthma. It is not trivial to feel that they can not do anything stupid and reducing it to spectator of the games of other children. It is not trivial to hear hinder their desire to run, when perfectly healthy children darting in front of you with eyes full of life, red cheeks and forehead dewy.
I spent all my childhood and adolescence, dreaming of my legs start to give life to the lungs and small children.
At the age of seventeen, my body began to reflect an image of a man sickly, thin and lifeless. I assure you, it was intolerable for me ... and it was up to the day when I decided that I wanted to end it. My dream could no longer remain so, and, above all, it was time to gather all the strength to really understand what it was worth a dream.
that day with the little money in pocket money, collected between the birthday and the beginning of that spring, I went to a sporting goods store and bought a pair of running shoes. I went to the park, and wore, as if everything was "normal", I started a race ... a race that ended only five meters.
Overwhelmed by the absence of breath, I paused a long moment to take breath and tried again again. And try again I do not know how many times that day and many more after that.
do not know if you have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it means realize a dream, I do not even know, until I realized that, without realizing it, my legs were flying towards the infinite ... and that this never, now, I was breathing with my lungs strong.
And since then I never stopped. I never stopped believing in dreams and achieve them.
do not know if there is a "lesson" to understand, everyone is moving in step with his own life, but I think you today, you are like me then: fully equipped with everything you need to run, but that life will require a great test of willpower.
my friends, is why I want to tell you, do not be afraid of anything, always be brave. Always do. At least for yourself. Only for yourself.
Best wishes from your "Say" and a wonderful omen of 365 brave, wonderful, days.
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