“Pilgrim there is no way, the road is done by walking. wise words to masterfully describe what life is all about. There is no way, it is true, each of us shapes our way, our own path, our personal history, full of successes and mistakes, happy moments and bitter drinks.
But that’s life; we learn to live it precisely by living, living without fear, walking non-stop despite the stones that we find along the way and that sometimes make us stumble and fall, stumble and fall and then rise again, with more will and strength, without looking back; because the past is no longer and the future is coming, because we only vaguely see a distant horizon that has not yet arrived.
- But in the meantime.
- Are we taking steps at a fast and steady pace.
- And most of the time.
- Like a little snail hiding his head in his little house?But we’re doing it again and moving forward.
- Walking why?”there is no way.
- The road is done walking.
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Because sometimes we will have to decide to cross the river or take another shortcut, we will enjoy it when the sun appears in all its splendor and we will have to endure when a storm falls on our heads; and so we continue, collecting by the way small stones and small but precious flowers, or a few drops of rainwater that we will remember all that this storm has taught us; this storm that taught us to cover our backs at this scary time because it could cause a terrible cold that would prevent us from walking fast, or because it could stain your clothes or hair and not be as groomed as you should in front of a partner you might encounter along the way?
And so we will fill the backpack, a backpack that will weigh a little more each time and we will also have the face and skin tanned by the sun, wind and rain, but why would we be a little wiser, Wiser on the way to life, why?Pilgrim there is no way, the road is made by walking.
Will the will, the courage, the fact that we keep walking, humility and pride help us when we can climb the mountain on our long way?This long journey that is life and for which there are no precise answers, because you only learn. walking and because mistakes are also correct; by vulnerability, fear and uncertainty when night comes and we are alone on this path where everything seems strange and mysterious shadows that confuse us and obscure the view also has its charm?
For what? Everything happens and everything remains, but it is up to us to pass, pass creating paths, paths in the sea. I never pursued glory, nor did I leave my song in the memory of men; I like subtle, imponderable and soft worlds, like soap bubbles, I like to see them painted in the sun and carmine, fly under the blue sky, tremble and break everything at once?
I’ve never pursued glory
Pilgrim, your footprints are the way and nothing else; pilgrim, there is no way, the road is done by walking. As you walk, you create your way and look back, you see the path that will never be stepped on again. Isn’t there just a wave path to the sea?Do you ever, in this place where today the forests are covered with thorns, you heard the voice of a poet screaming?
Case by case, line by line?
The poet died away from home. Dust from a neighboring country covers it. As they walked away, they saw him cry. ” Pilgrim there is no way, the road is made by walking ??
Case by case, line by line?
When thistle can’t sing. When the poet is a pilgrim, when there is no need to pray. “Pilgrim there is no way, the road is done walking”.
Case by case, line by line.
? Antonio Machado?