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The fullness is sat beside us.



When you start off your path towards Ithaka
you must hope that the voyage be a long one,
full of adventures, full of discoveries

You must hope that the voyage be a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors never seen before (...)


(...) Ithaka has given you the marvelous travel.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find that she is poor, Ithaka hasn't fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood what Ithaka means.


Konstandinos Petru Kavafis
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We have more beauty in the leaves of the olive-trees than in the screen of a TV or a computer, but sometimes we put all our energies to reach a life full of artifacts that are considered as symbols of material prosperity or social power. Perhaps, people is not happy, and search obsessively some machines, or pills, or objects... that gives them the fullness of peace. But sadly many people don't realise that the fullnes of life is hidden in the olive-tree's leaves, in the wide sea, in the flashes of the waves, in the light of a sunray passing through the water of a glass, in the smile of the people around us, in the shady of a street in the hot summer, in a sunset, in the song chanted by a girl while she is playing in a park... The fullness is sat on the simple realities that we can find every day easily. But people often don't watch simple realities and they loose the idea of privilege. Being alive is a privilege, and the fullness flows from this idea. The beauty is already beside us, inside us... we don't need be chained to any necessity to be happy, because happines is beside us. We only need to watch it, and to enjoy it.
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