L’urgenza Di Vivere

Recently, I’ve felt the urge to write.

Here, I’ll leave a handful of observations — thoughts that, with time, might emerge as something more.

This space is a log, a reminder to myself — over and over — that life is good, even when it isn’t.

And later, further down the road, a place to remember what it feels like to be wrong and still hopeful.

A record of what it means to be delighted, even in the long process of healing from my own youth.

There’s no purpose here, no agenda, no expectations — only the act itself.

To learn, perhaps, how to tell virtue from disguise, false prophets from true love.

And when the time comes, to take what’s worth keeping — and leave the rest where it belongs: elsewhere.