They were running away from answers because they were unable to decipher what they were feeling. The answers are not important, even less than they thought. The questions are the starters of actions, of ideas, they didn’t want to stop at the same time with the answers. They chose the slowest pace of life to understand as little as possible about their intense feelings and were so fixated on getting lost that they forgot the questions. They should find love, perhaps by mistake, they were sent outside to gather answers for the fire, but they got lost in the forest of curiosity. Love burns like the feeling of home.

Some of them refused to behold their feelings, throwing away their time on philosophies and reflections of an ordinary life. But some could not be oblivious to the whispers of their hearts. Some will return home, and others will deny the love that could bring them home to the arms of their family. Love gives us all chances over time, but it won’t torment the feelings of those waiting at home. Love… when you get your chance, or you’ll never forgive yourself.

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FIN

Roberto Palu