by Elena Bernabè
"Grandma, I'm tired. So tired of this life..."
"Take your tiredness, my child, and wrap it around yourself. Like a blanket in the cold winter months.
Tiredness comes to make you a nest, to bring you to wear comfortable clothes, to make you sink into its warm embrace.
I invite you to stay within yourself. Without strength, without thoughts, without actions. Like the snow that covers everything to soften the world, to make it muffled, to protect it from noise.
Accept the flakes of your tiredness and let yourself be completely covered by them."
"I could die buried under there..."
"You will be reborn instead. Like the seed in the ground. Do not resist your weariness, do not reject it with a thousand actions, a thousand intentions, a thousand feelings of guilt.
It just wants to take you by the hand and lead you to sink into the void. Right there, where the source of every inner strength lies.
They taught us to be strong by resisting. 
But it is in surrendering that the true heroes emerge."
"I'm afraid, grandmother. What if fatigue will annihilate me?"
"My child, you are not afraid of tiredness but of losing control of yourself.
The time has come for you to give yourself to life. And to generate together with it the most wonderful children: the fruits of your soul!"