X is for X. Lapalissian, no?
X, the incognita, how many hopes it hides behind?
How many attempts to find it, thinking that once the equation is solved, everything will finally make sense?
How many times trying to decipher its meaning, thinking that once it is done, all the pieces will fall into place, and a beautiful picture will appear in front of our eyes? Linear, clear, meaningful.
How many times instead the X, unveiled through so many efforts, so many difficulties, returned just another enigma, just another incognita?
How many times instead the X unraveled just more X to find, more questions than answers?
X, the incognita, how many fears it hides behind?
How many times we hesitated just before uncovering it, dreading that the x would not be anything else than a Pandora’s box?
How many times we decided to let the X to rest, to find it but not looking at it, thinking that behind there could be no answer, no peace, but just desolation?
The X, the incognita, and what if the whole meaning, the key to code, is not what the x hides behind, that beautiful picture or that desolated land, but instead what we learn in trying to find it, what fears we overcome in looking for it, what fears we decide not to overcome, because there is a time for being brave and a time for being human?