Today I should start to carry out this task, but I realized that before, it is necessary to outline what I want to achieve and where I intend to reach at the end of this same life.
While it is essential to conduct a sincere examination of our reality, it is necessary to be clear to ourselves what the ultimate goal of our existence is, who we seek to be, and what achievements we hope to achieve.
This is fundamental because our own story has not yet had an end, we are in the middle of the way, and without a clear objective, we will be like a boat adrift. Nor can we shed light on the conscience of our past since we would not have a moral reference to evaluate it.
To this end, it is interesting to practice imagining that today is our last day on this Earth. If we died today, how would we like to be remembered? How would the description of our own life now end, finished?
It was a great pleasure to talk to him on any subject, as his insightful comments could always open up new perspectives for us, shedding the light of enlightenment on the one hand and, on the other, stirring our imagination and our thirst to go further, to unravel what was still for us unknown.
He has written beautiful books that I recommend reading, as they are inspiring works that make us dream but that also manages to describe reality in its proper structure.
They talk about real experiences and dreams that can come true as they demonstrate how the author managed to put them into practice after many challenges, trials, and perseverance.
There were few books. He didn't write much since much of his wisdom could only be transmitted through face-to-face conversations, preferably in magical places amid wild nature, where after long walks, we stopped to rest, admire the landscape, and only then the most significant and with more resonance to the universe itself could reveal themselves.
Most of the time, he lived these silent adventures in search of the tops of the mountains or flowing immersed in the sway of the waves of the sea. He was a reserved person who loved nature so much that he sometimes seemed out of place in society.
Often, he disappeared for long periods, and this isolation can be considered somewhat selfish, but I know that his kindness was immense, and if he could not help humanity more by writing more and teaching his fellow men, it is because without this freedom he could never be who he was.
Those who had the opportunity and the sagacity to accompany him on their walk were fortunate enough to keep the flame of his knowledge burning today and faithfully transmit it to future generations.
Photo: Horizon on the Magic Island, made with an iPhone 5s by Peter Canellov.
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