Give more of these 50 years that I lived.
Give me more of all the pain and happiness, the struggle and achievements, the friends and foes that I met along the way.
Give me more of all this because it all made me what I am. I love it all, have no regrets. I would it all again, the same way.
They say life is a journey. I say a journey is made of every step and once you get on top of that mountain, they all contributed to get you there: the gentle grass in the valley as much as the big steep rock you had to climb.
My journey isn’t over yet but from this distance I can already look at all the road that I have walked and I love every single step that brought me here. Craving for more steps, looking up at my destination, certain that one day I’ll be sitting in those clouds, finally resting with the ones who made it there before me.
I forgive all the hurt, I love those who hated me and thank those who loved me and taught me how to do it.
May this forgiveness be still in my heart to witness everyone the beauty of looking at our common Fate and walk together towards it.
