3 + 4 = 7
A long-awaited day, almost finished, forever. This Monday will never happen again… or will do? Sometimes I wonder if life unfolds linearly or circularly, or in some different way I cannot comprehend. With three hours of sleep last night I guess no one can do much better…? Who knows. Thinking about my late friend made me overthink about death these days and I’ve been spinning non-stop since. “What if I go now? What will happen to me? Have I done enough? Was I loving enough to others? I’m not ready”. It can get really dark on my mind from time to time if I don’t pay attention. And there’s no real use for this type of pondering. When I’m gone, I’ll know for sure. “Focus on life while you’re alive” is one of the most useful advices I kept on my right pocket. Nevertheless, if I would die this evening, I sincerely believe I can do better. Reflect for a minute.
If you would really go to the other side tonight, would you change something?
If the answer is yes, then do it. Now. Because as long as we are here we have a card for change. To be better, for others, for ourselves. My friend can’t change his destiny, he’s gone. I believe he’s fine because he was a kind, old soul.
If your answer was no, you’re probably a ghost or an armadillo with impressive reading skills.
How odd is it that we — humans of the technological era — always think that there is more time. Specially us, the ‘young’. We have this natural feeling, like an unconditional belief that there is always more life ahead of us. But who has the certainty of this? I woke up and the light that came in from the window scared me a bit, but it also relieved me. “I’m still on the road”, I thought. No stone will break my walk; not on this side or any other.
For the rest of the week I will actively try to stop opening question marks that lead me to results I already know. An algorithm is an algorithm, endlessly. Time is our most precious possession, as I’ve already mentioned before. Next to it, our inner peace.
I have a letter to write, feelings to deliver. To Rome. For a friend I hold dear to my heart. Two years of friendship is not something to underrate, specially around these neighbourhoods. This is a true celebration, our anniversary. Oh!
I have a new plan — surprise? — and I will proceed to execute it tomorrow morning. Now I will watch the most naive film I can find to wind down. To rest… so I start tomorrow: again.
