In the past few months, I've been going through a lot.
While organizing my house—a much-needed step to sort out some of the inner chaos—I found a piece of paper where I had written down a thought some time ago.
Perso
Dai sentieri che ho tracciato
prima ancora di averli percorsi.
Ed io,
smarrito,
mi trovo.
Which translates to something like:
Lost,
From the paths I have traced
even before walking them.
And I,
lost,
find myself.
It has been tough to overcome the preconceived ideas I had about myself and the life I thought I wanted. But once I did, I finally felt that what I was doing, I was really doing it for myself.
This is Marco, a very good friend of me, looking down to the route we just rock-climbed. It develops on a big-wall where the rock is not properly solid and orientation is not a joke.
We got lost.
It's part of the game, no?
See you soon ...