I live to be alive. The ultimate feeling of life is to feast, to drink, to have relationships, to discover both the external and internal worlds. I live so I can love. I hurt so I can love again. I wake up so I can fill my day and once my body is tired I rest my head to prepare for the next.
I wake because I was given a gift. I wake because I have the possibility to wake.
I wake because I believe there will come a day where life will be peace, where all heartbeats will be free, where the world will live on love.
One thing I have noticed since being here in Italy. The wealthy countries know not how to live but merely how to work.
Italy is one of those countries that bring poverty into mind when thought of. This isn’t far from the truth. There is a lot of struggle here Italy. Saying this it has more then most rich countries. It has love, passion, culture, family, art, respect and the list can go on. This I did not see when I was in Switzerland, Germany and even Austria. (Where I stayed in Austria was not bad but not as warm as in Italy.)
Here we have strangers that become family, help is given to everyone, a smile is shared no matter who you are. There is intimacy between strangers that shares many qualities of love. This is not love like the rest of the world talks of love. This is a love of life. There is nothing but life here to live for and to love in. This for me is the reason I wish to stay. This is the element we need to have internationally.
Germany has everything, yetcomplains about refugees.
Italy has nothing, yet they share laughs and conversations with refugees.
Time to wake up world and start realizing that to live hating and fearing each other is no way to live but a way to be controlled.