Edoardo

To a Stranger:

I’m Edoardo, I was born in 1998 in Italy. I studied culinary arts and after graduating, I worked in various different fields. I attended and later left two faculties, before embarking on a journey to Argentina, where I lived for about a year; a chapter with an indelible imprint.

I have several passions. Writing is my most authentic form of expression. I started by writing poetry. Now, I find every word therapeutic and liberating. I am passionate about sports; about the fellowship in the game and how one can immerse himself in a world disconnected from everything. My great passions are pool and chess. Since I was a child, dancing attracted me, but over the years, shame took over until, in Argentina, I reinvented myself. Since then, dancing, and its simple and chaste nature, has given me precious friendships and unique emotions.

I have many other passions, more or less significant. Primarily, I tend to seek fascinating aspects in a topic. The typical romantic in love with romanticism. Essentially, I tend to romanticize all the nuances of reality and then, of course, become passionate about it. A virtue and a punishment.

I have always had little perception of danger, I do not consider myself courageous, but simply naive enough to have courage. I am willing to bet on myself, even if it means losing everything. It is more valuable to lose yourself, only to find yourself again, than not to take risks. So I put myself out there and embark on this wonderful journey, aware that I am not alone.

To an Old Friend:

I spent years of my life drowning in self-pity, immersed in negative thoughts and destructive habits. For most of the time, I felt lost, without a purpose, but more painfully, without a starting point.

During those years, I was at the mercy of time; I did not face and live through events but rather suffered them. I couldn’t embrace the goodness of life. In difficulties, I saw only damage and never a gift or an opportunity. I was completely lost in anemic routines and timeless days. I was crumbling in front of life, and as a result, I was also breaking my bonds.

I needed a push, a direction. That’s when I felt a Hand on my shoulder. I received my first great Gift. Suddenly, I felt lifted from torments, relieved from pains; I had a vision of a starting point, a new phase of my life. So, I decided to embark on my journey to Argentina.

The fascinating part was how I approached the journey. For a moment in my life, I wasn’t facing events with closure and detachment, but finally welcoming the present. Subsequently, during that year, I lost myself again. There, I received the second great Gift, I hit rock bottom, and finally met God. A new phase of my life began; it was the time to start building.