Here the preface to the story written by Chicco.

IT'S MINE

At first impact, to think to write a book can seem  a
difficult or quite impossible thing, above all if we look to some philosophers or poets or writers: everyone of these has expressed multiple thoughts on their books, they have transferred many ideas black on white, ideals that they have lived and in which they believe.
Sometimes we ask to us: " FROM WHERE DO THEY PULL OUT THESE THOUGHTS? HOW HAVE THEY SO MUCH FANTASY? HOW DO THEY ALWAYS FIND OF THE MEANINGFUL RHYMES? ".
Simple, because they want it and because they live them.
If some thought that you have read, liked you to the point of asking yourself how a common mortal had had fashinating you in that way, you have to know that the answer is only one, it is called will and wishing to grow.
I belive that every person who is alive on this planet has ability, force, will, intelligence, imagination and fantasy; in little words the power of the thought from which every moment of our life depends.
It is not necessary to be philosophers, poets or novelists to be able to write a book and therefore I think that every person, on condition that he wants it, has to write at least one own book.
A book cannot teach living to you, it can help you to remember things that you would not have imagined to know but that you have always known and you have preferred to hold hidden,
for the simple reason that is easier to be a normal and common person than to face the life with own ideals.
Thinks to what philosopher, poet or writer of novels or to whatever other person, that isn't you, could tell your history if you didn't. Who has lived your thoughts, your ideas, your feelings, your life?
ONLY YOU!!!
I think that every experience is lived in various ways, everyone faces the experiences with own way and I belive that every experience is unique and I creed that all we are poets, writers and philosophers at the same time.
I have stopped to believe to the case!
I have chosen to believe in myself, I have finally found the forces
in order to fight the multiple sclerosis.
I could write three books on this disease and one for every cure that I have made, but I'm sure that nobody could understand really all what I have feelled and that I'm feelling now.
But the message of the story that I have written is not this .
One short fantastic " but " at the same time real history.
There is need to believe, I have need to believe too...
We need to belive in ourself.
Yes, they are beautiful words, really!?
Easy to tell, but it is just for this reason that I will not speak of my disease, just because nobody to outside of me is living this disease really, on its own skin.
Not even the one who that has the same disease, in the same way I cannot living the luckyes or the misfortunes of nobody.
Every person has the duty to believe in himself and every one has the power to do.
You can make all, just nothing can stop you, you are the only person who really can do every thing!
Perhaps reading this story you will arrive to ask some questions to yourself, it will be a good thing.
Listen to yourself, you could found truths that you have always known but that you have preferred to not remind.
You already know every thing, every thing that is truer.
Look at your room, if here you are now, and ask to yourself if all you see is true, or, if you prefer, real. Ask to the wall what thinks about the truth. Ask to the book to resolve only one of your problems. Or ask to one whichever medicine to cure you.
I belive that the wall doesn't think and that therefore it is only material, therefore it does not exist. About the book I just think that it cannot make nothing for you, this depends on you and you do not depend on a book that does not exist not even.
I belive in medicine, it is important, but also it is not real, the cures help only who want to really stay well and, when I say really, I refer to the spirit.
In every moment and for every situation that we create for ourself, all we depend on our thoughts; we do not depend on all that is material.
A time ago I thought that my body was all for me, I deceived myself that thanks to it I could have made every thing.
Until the day in which I had to look face to face with my new situation, I had to choose if to go to death or to life.
I could not fight my disease with the fists, the thought was the only way in order to win.
Before I thought to be on an enormous barge called truth, with the company of every existing person on this planet.
Now I know for experience that all is not true and if the words are not enough for you I could explane to you with the facts.
Understanding that you depend only and exclusively from yours thoughts and that therefore you live on a single boat, " the yours ", understanding that all that you see is not the truth that you live, but what you want yourself to be deceived that is real, and finally understanding that the truth is all that we live by yourself, has been a lot important for me: there is something deeper and truer than the body.
All which I have written in my story has been and is now real for me, it is lived and tried.
You cannot know my situation, all which I have written is only ideas and these ideas aren't what I feel.
Listen to you and feel all that is truer for you ,you can all.
Once I have read that does not exist trouble that cannot become a blessing.
Find your blessing.
CREATE IT.

Chicco

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