This summer I didn’t write, but I did observe. I looked around for something, without knowing what.

A feeling, behavior or expression…didn’t really matter.

I found a little something…

A young man staring at his love as he didn’t care about anything else…for how long? A woman tired of suffering, she needs some peace…how much can she tolerate? A children laughing, not knowing what to expect but looking at you as if he knew the future. A furious man in the street, he can’t control his temper, when will he explode? Who is causing his anger? Who is gonna pay for it? An old grandma shaking, she is being crying for so long, she doesn’t know when it will stop.

I looked through that young man’s loving glance, the tired eyes of that woman, the innocent smile of that child, the gritted teeth in anger of that man and the shaking hands of that grandma.

And I noticed – among different states of mind, result of different situations and personalities – a common ground.

Clear sky or stormy weather, low or high tide, one thing was always there: our fragility.

And I only wrote one thing on my phone: it’s all so fragile…

It is not meant to be poetry when I say that we are fragile, just look around and you will realize it. It’s such an overwhelming reality, that we should be more aware of it.

How many times, even by mistake, I completely broke something (someone) very delicate? And how many times it could have been avoided?

I’d like to respect others more, be patient…and then be able to get the same treatment for myself.

And the solution is certainly not to get away from our fragility, which is a marvelous synonymous of limit and humanity.

In a modern world where perfection is expected as main goal of our lives and we don’t accept mistakes anymore, fragility means coming back to ourselves.

Yes, it is sad when you realize how fragile the human mind can be, how easily it can destroy our certainties; but, as simple as that, this is how we are, with our limits and our doubts – our fragility, reminds us that ‘we are all in the same boat’, sailing the same sea.

For this reason, nowadays, at 29 years old, when I don’t feel up to the expectation, when I want to leave something out of fear of not making it, or I feel that there will always be someone better than me, I rely on my little truth.

There is something broken inside all of us.

The purpose of our lives could be to fix it. Not as a final goal, but as a path to follow. And if we achieve to fix our failure, and we still have time, it would be good do the same with those that we met in this path.

You know by now that there are times I do not believe in human beings… we seem able of anything even the more negative things.

But this summer, while traveling and observing around me, I saw it…

I saw hope in fragility.