Fragility, which almost seems like an out-of-order currency, a vanished language, a useless thermometer of weakness, is actually very modern. In times when we need not only to share, but also to show kindness, responsibility towards others. From the close relative to the neighbor, from the man and the woman who, with children, come from far away, to whom we have beside us, by choice or duty, every single day.
Fragile is considered (and is) the opposite of strong, except to discover, as some revolutions also teach, that it is not the fragile that always loses.
Rather. Fragility can give greatness to the inspiration of a poet (do you remember the immortality of Giacomo Leopardi?) As it can be the lever of a creative and revolutionary force. Provided that it does not turn into resignation and sloth.
Everything is fragile. From an idea, of which we were convinced to arrogance and arrogance, to a feeling that fades with the wear of time. From a hope, without which we lack the oxygen of utopia, of dream, of the impossible translated into possible, of a certainty, which collapses under the blows of a breath, especially if it has weak bases. From the joy, we dream of as unattainable, to the pain, to the sadness that comes to us without warning. Everything is fragile, but our strength, as an American philosopher and writer wrote, “matures from weakness”. From the virtue, all to be rediscovered, of fragility.