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?

This one is for you!

… For you, my friends… For you, my readers… For you, people… This one is for you!

I have to admit that so far I’ve been blocking you (all of you) out of my head while writing. It was a very easy way for me to stay true: true to myself, true to the facts, true to the thoughts and, ultimately, true to you guys. But not today. Today I have a message for you: you my friends!

I am bound (by oath) to live my life for you, for your friends, for their friends… ultimately, for all people. This might not come as a surprise for you if you took the time to read some of my early posts. I am very happy to do so; I am very happy to have you (you all, in general and you, friends, in particular).

I am happy that you sometimes stray around here, guided by your curiosity, or by love, or hate. Or maybe, just maybe, you come in here, into my little (sometimes perfect) world by mistake. Anyhow, I am happy to have you all. I am happy to live my life the way that I chose some time ago to live it. I am happy that I’m making it happen (even when you think that I’m not).

Some lights will fade. Some actors will leave the scene while flooded by frenetic applause. Some will just leave it. Others will disappear.

I will always feel so much gratitude towards you all. Because you live… now. And you all help me live. This is a truly priceless helping hand. This was, basically, my message for you: thank you!

Food for thought: this day is a bit different: don’t think! Just lie around, somewhere and smile; because the world would be such a far less interesting place without you.

I get to live

I love my life mostly because of the things that I get to live.

I was in Rotterdam last weekend and I was very surprised when I found out that nothing resembles with anything else there... Starting with the buildings and ending with the people. As I discovered more and more of that city there was only one thing in my mind and it is explained better in one of my older posts (the one with the "bug" in the system). Of course that I thought about me living in that environment where repetition is actually possible to be drastically minimized (and I'm not saying eliminated just for the sake of some potential - stupid - arguments like "You'll still have to wake up every morning and wash, and that's repeption"). I fancied the idea of me actually living there at some point in my life.

I love my life for the things that happen to me. I passed through more than a couple of moments when I was in a dire need of an opportunity. It seemed that any kind of opportunity would do. But I wasn't able to create any for myself. On the other hand there are moments in my life when some of the strangest (as in unexpected and quite interesting to say the least) opportunities are given to me; but this happens when I don't need them (for one reason or another). I remember talking to one of my friends some while ago. She was asking me why we never got to be together in the time that we've been friends. The answer was "lack of syncronization". I think this lack of syncronization is also applicable in this case. (And I can't say that I'm happy about it)

I love that I get to live those random midnight talks. With anybody, but especially with friends. I love that kind of discussions when you talk for a few minutes and then spend more time to think about what has been said. There is a lot of truth in the night and this is one of the resons why I appreciate it. I guess it is easier to tell the truth if you know that you are not able to see the other person. You only see a shadow. And these talks are all about very serios stuff like love, business ideas, the world...

I love living because perception is reality. And everybody percieves me. But not everybody percieves me in the same way. Nevertheless all these perceptions are me (or parts of me).

I love my life because... I get to write... I get to lose control... I get to find myself in impossible situations... I get to change my mind... I get to like... I get to dream. But don't ever start my talking about why I hate it. That is a never ending story. And I think all this is for the best.

Food for thought: love.