What is the essence? Or even better, does it matter?

A week ago, I decided along with two friends of mine that we will all write, on Monday, a post about another dear friend of ours. Since they both wrote that post on Saturday, I decided that I will write it on Friday so that it will look like we would have all written on Monday. Of course, the blog will record it on Saturday because it is passed midnight... but I was (almost) never the guy that did things on time (not that I’m proud about that)

Anyway, coming back to the story: I had quite a few meetings with this friend of mine (let’s call her L.) and I can tell you that every meeting opened a new door for me, whether she made me see things that I couldn’t before, or just offering me another perspective about the things in life.

The meeting on Friday opened yet another dimension (door): the having a baby stuff. Now, my perspective on this issue is that the result is the most important one, because it is the result of having a baby that will (hopefully) follow you around the rest of your life. That being said, the process itself is not that important. But here comes L. and makes us rethink this mindset: couldn’t the process mean something too? Isn’t the process of having a baby also an experience? Here she was describing a process that she called “the little snowball” (about which, under direct orders from L. I won’t say anything more) that was meant to change our mindset.

Of course, her telling a story (almost any story) is an experience itself, because she has such a way in doing so that you must be very wrong (in the bad way) not to like it. Anyway, the bottom line is this: after a night like this I was left wondering, “What is the essence of things anyway?” And more than that, is the essence the thing that matters more? Like, for example, if the essence of having a baby lies in the baby itself, why should it be the only thing that matters? Why isn’t the process also important (because, let’s face it, the process... which we all know and cherish, is quite important whenever it does not actively involve ending up with a baby)? Why are we so desperate to find all the essence in life so that we can focus only on that.

Let’s all make “little snowballs” out of every activity that we are bound to execute! That seems like a nice challenge.

Coming back to L. I want to say this: thank you for being; thank you for letting me know you; thank you for trusting me and believing in me and looking at me whenever nobody (or almost nobody) was. No advices from me to you, because you know better.

Food for thought: Whenever I go to sleep I spend some time thinking about the things that I will do once I will wake up. What will happen when, whenever I go to sleep, I will spend some time thinking about why I go to sleep?