It is simple. Our pain comes not from the things lived, but from the things that were dreamed of and did not come to be fulfilled.
Why do we suffer? Because we automatically forget what was enjoyed and we begin to suffer for our unrealized projections, for all the cities that we would have liked to have known alongside our love and we do not know, for all the pleasures we would have liked to have had and we have not had, for all the shows and books and silences that we would have liked to have shared and we did not share. For all the canceled kisses, for eternity.
We suffer not because our work is exhausting and pays little, but for all the free hours we no longer have to go to the movies, to talk to a friend, to swim, to date. We suffer not because we do wrong things, but for the punishment we get despite doing right things.
We suffer not because our mother is impatient with us, but for all the moments when we could be confided to her our deepest anguish if she were interested in understanding us.
We suffered not because our team lost, but because of the suffocated euphoria.
We suffer not because we grow old, but because the future is being confiscated from us, thus preventing a thousand adventures from happening to us, all those we dream of and never get to experience.
Why do we suffer so much for love? The right thing would be for us not to suffer, just thank you for meeting such a nice person, who generated in us an intense feeling and that gave us company for a reasonable time, a happy time.
How to relieve the pain of what has not been lived? The answer is as simple as a verse: Deluding yourself less and living longer!
Every day I live, I more convince myself that the waste of life is in love that we do not give, in the forces we do not use, in the selfish prudence that risks nothing, and that, dodging suffering, we also lose happiness.
