Felicità 2

My head is buzzing from too much “medicine” - the kind that life prescribes: endure, change, keep up appearances when the world around you stumbles over its own mistakes. It seems like everyone has already overdosed: pills for fear, syrup for disappointment, bandages for conscience. And what's the point? It only gets louder.

But somewhere between the tired verses and the light from the third-floor window lives a quiet stubbornness - not to give up, not to become like everyone else, not to sell your inner peace for a couple of likes. Yes, happiness is only half here - but that's enough to keep from falling into darkness. Even in a world full of tribunals and parables, you can remain true to yourself. At least for today.