BRAVI A CADERE - I polmoni

Everything seems to be under control: the gym, clubs, early mornings. Even coffee isn't needed anymore because the nervous system is already living in "everything is fine, it's just the end of the world" mode. And only at night, when my teeth are clenched so hard they crack, do I remember: no self-development course teaches you how not to be afraid of your feelings. Life is walking a tightrope over an abyss, without a safety net, but with a partner who is falling in sync. Perhaps that's the romance of it, not holding hands, but falling beautifully, with experience and without panic. And yes, it became clear: living is accepting yourself, even if the mess inside is worse than in a stairwell after a party. The main thing is to breathe. The rest will wait until the next fall.