I was an exchange student. How do you know what is a dream if you never accomplished one? How do you know what is an adventure if you never took part in one? How do you know what is anguish if you never said goodbye to your family and friends with your eyes full of tears? How do you know what is being desperate, if you never arrived in a place alone and could not understand a word of what everyone else was saying? How do you know what is diversity if you never lived under the same roof with people from all over the world? How do you know what is tolerance, if you never had to get used to something different even if you didn’t like it. How do you know what is autonomy, if you never had the chance to decide something by yourself? How do you know what it means to grow up, if you never stopped being a child to start a new course? How do you know what is to be helpless, if you never wanted to hug someone and had a computer screen to prevent you from doing it? How do you know what is distance, if you never, looking at a map, said “I am so far away”? How do you know what is a language, if you never had to learn one to make friends? How do you know what is patriotism, if you never shouted “ I love my country” holding a flag in your hands? How do you know what is the true reality, if you never had the chance to see a lot of them to make one. How do you know what is an opportunity, if you never caught one? How do you know what is pride, if you never experienced it for yourself at realizing how much you have accomplished? How do you know what is to seize the day, if you never saw the time running so fast? How do you know what is a friend, if the circumstances never showed you the true ones. How do you know what is a family, if you never had one that supported you unconditionally? How do you know what are borders, if you never crossed yours, to see what there was on the other side? How do you know what is imagination, if you never thought about the moment when you would go back home? How do you know the world, if you have never been an exchange student?

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sabato 13 novembre 2010

Voce Del Verbo Aspettare

13 Novembre 2010

Aspetto.
Ecco cosa faccio da meno di una settimana ed ecco cosa mi sta facendo impazzire. L'aspettare.
Come ha detto Giovanni Soriano, "L’attesa è la sede dell’ansia."
Essendo una persona ansiosa già di mio, quando devo aspettare qualcosa la mia ansia si triplica.
Ho paura di non avere passato lo Slep Test, ho paura di far casini col dossier (perchè si, non l'ho ancora finito) e ho paura di sentirmi dire di no. Tutti non fanno altro che ripetermi che mi prenderanno sicuro e che devo smetterla di torturarmi così. Il problema è che non ci riesco. Non riesco a smettere di pormi domande inutili. Sarà che infondo sono un po' masochista, ma proprio non ci riesco. So già che quando mi sarà passata l'ansia per WEP/Dossier ecc inizierò a torturarmi per qualcos'altro.
Intanto speriamo nel miracolo delle poste  ;)

Write You Soon,
                                 Paola
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2 commenti:

  1. Marta14 novembre, 2010

    Paolaaa *-*
    Come ti capisco, anche io non riuscirò mai ad aspettare! Uscirò matta!
    Comunque dobbiamo metterci l'anima in pace perchè adesso la wep deve fare una marea di cose, ha un sacco di richieste, colloqui ecc. Perciò prendiamoci una camomilla e rilassiamoci (: Comunque domani sera arriverà sicuramente un altro intervento sul blog ^^
    A presto, Marta <3

    RispondiElimina
  2. Paola15 novembre, 2010

    Già.. litri e litri di camomilla.. Terrò gli occhi puntati sul tuo blog!! Non vedo l'ora di leggere questo nuovo post!!

    1bacio!

    RispondiElimina

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