Today I should have started
working at something quite important. Instead of that, I read 60 pages instead
of 10 from a Hemingway’s novel. And I let myself surrender to the tiredness
that I have been feeling all the week, doing nothing.
We are learnt to run, to do
something all the time, to search for exciting, new things, to shape amazing
memories so that we fully feel that we are living. Yes, I am a workaholic, yes,
I do want to travel, to meet mad people “mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be
saved” (Kerouac), yes, I do want to make a difference all the time, yes, I do want
to go full steam ahead, but from time to time, we should embrace the
nothingness, the quiet days, the few moments when we can be with ourselves,
where nothing is demanded from us (or postpone whatever we must do), because
sometimes, maybe sometimes, life can be amazing in its ordinariness.
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