Beatrice’s letter from me reminds me of a famous joke that was boys: “My parents have always given me good advice!”. “And what did they tell you?” “Ah I don’t know I listened to them!” The meaning of the letter as she has already explained perfectly, she revolves around the adolescent rebellion to do exactly the opposite of what is recommended to us. The rebellion towards the parents and at the same time maintain all the benefits granted by the parents since he candidly admits that he has grown spoiled in the cotton wool. Long live consistency then! And I cannot fail to conclude with two these essays of the past: “Ubi Commoda Ibi et incommoda”: “Whoever is the cause of his pain, cries himself”. But … allow me to cynically adding that in the role of parents I would raise my hands and say “Did you want the bicycle? …”.
Cordially
William
Dear William, I understand well what it means, and I understand the sense of “annoyance” that has the feeling of trying in front of the nth degree (well) who rejects (but only up to a certain point, that is, according to her, only until “it is convenient” …) everything that comes from her family of origin. It is such a minced script: bambagia, rebellion, reactive choices, repentance, return to the trail … that I imagine can come boring. But I invite you to reflect on “when” such a score is trivial and predictable. And the answer is “after”, as adults. Today she judges Beatrice, but she does it as a man made and finished. In the phase of life in which our protagonist was located, it is more than normal (not to say a sacrosanct right) to move from all the phases necessary for one’s evolution and to one’s heartbroken. It is an evolutionary stage, such as putting your teeth, learning to crawl, impose itself through the stunted pronunciation of the first “no”. The luckiest (or resolved, who say you want) exhaust the adolescence quickly together with the consequent crazy and do time to build their lives on real choices and not of conflict, the others, unfortunately, end up diligent over time and go “too long” self -tanning, in fact, alone. And it seems exactly the case of Beatrice.
But today he has the humility to admit: maybe I made everything wrong, maybe they were right “mine”. It is true, now we could even exaggerate and cripple them against the saying in “Who is the cause of his mal,” cry “himself”. But when someone is already on the ground, I never want to rage to me.