I was reading here on Jeune Europe the great article from A. Vagaggini and G. Sgaravatti about the heroism of originality. Here below I will not lavish it, I just strongly recommend you to read it, it is worth. I was reflecting about the importance of originality, or I would better say, about originality as something from the authenticity of each one of us, as nothing is as original and unique as we are.
A friend is a treasure. It is a saying, maybe banal, but it is surely true. Beyond every possible consideration about this (it would be in any case evanescent and unworthy) and beyond the truth of the saying in the case of the friend I refer to (who is a real treasure chest), what I have found in the end of these days in which I have been hosted by him is a key. Keys: keys are the tool for going in and see over and more, to get over that armour door that is so often closed, inscrutable at first sight, and only known that way by those who pass through in front of it without entering.
Leggevo qui su Jeune Europe il bell’articolo Il coraggio dell’originalità di A. Vagaggini e G. Sgaravatti. Non mi profonderò qui in elogi a tale articolo, mi limito a consigliarvelo caldamente, vale la pena leggerlo. Riflettevo sull’importanza dell’originalità, o meglio, sull’originalità come ciò che proviene dall’autenticità di ognuno di noi visto che non c’è nulla di tanto originale e unico quanto noi stessi.
