If everyone had at least a little, it would be a better world.
A few days ago, while accompanying a guest on one of my tours, we found this little bat caught in a nylon string hanging from a tree.
Some called it the drug of the new millennium, someone else a weapon of mass destruction. In any case, the advent of social media has had, is having and will have a great impact on people’s lives and even influence it and condition it. (actually has already done so!)
And all done ad hoc, carefully planned…
When at the beginning of 2017 I was fighting my depression, deliberately without the use of antidepressants, I was seeking, anyway, help from a psychologist. During a session, to make me understand that my illness was mostly a mental cage, he let me do an experiment: he asked me to close my eyes, relax and imagine an object belonging to me, better if from the past.
Yesterday I was surprised by a thunderstorm, so strong and sudden that I had to pull over.
I stopped in the car, turned off the radio, and enjoyed the sound of the rain jumping on the cockpit, the heavy showers driven by the wind, the echo of thunders.
Then, as quickly as it had arrived, it passed by, the rain diminished until it suddenly stopped, while a ray of sunshine already broke the darkness.
Although I’ve always been in love with Nature, I must admit that the passion for birdlife, and birds of prey in particular, is quite recent.
The other day, while I was sitting outside in the city, I saw a hawk fly over me; it often happens that I see kites or buzzards flying above the center of Malmö; now I drive and from the cockpit I can easily spot the birds all around me.
After “just” 1550 km (of the 3500 planned), after only 52 days instead of 120, after 50000 m of altitude difference, exactly one year ago I ended up my biggest adventure: Wandering Italia.
To remember it, I chose this photo of Lake Chiaretto that, on the last day coming down from Monviso, it showed itself in the shape of a heart, a turquoise jewel set in a dream landscape.
Probably many of you have read the story of the capital of 86400 euros that the bank credits every day to your account; if you haven’t, you can find it here.
I thought about the value of time and this story by reading an interesting article by Andrea , unfortunately in Italian, that I thank for giving me the opportunity to write this article.
“What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow”
(Henry David Thoreau)
When I decided to change my life first, and then face Wandering Italia, I decided to stay away as much as possible from the people who could have hindered me, slowed me down and demoralised me.
Exactly one year ago I begun to face my biggest adventure: Wandering Italia.
After exactly one year, I now realise how it has changed me, deeply, and not just because of the fabulous memories I had from it, for all the wonderful people I met and the fantastic places I’ve crossed and enjoyed. No, Wandering Italia changed me inside, it definitely made me stronger, it increased my self-esteem and made me more mature.
“Ten days free of any time constraints and duties.
Ten days in which I enjoyed my time and myself, finding an inner peace and, more importantly, the desire to live all that surrounds me. I wrote it a while ago: the work emptied me, erased my emotions, mede me stressed and nervous for all the same kind of days, passed by without “feeling”, without living: days, months and years chasing and waiting for something, just for the safety to put away some money waiting to live in the future.
I woke up late this morning: I forgot to set the alarm and I slept some hours more than usual.
I woke up happy, anyway, and rested (probably I needed it) and I replanned my day: no training today, maybe I will catch up tomorrow; and maybe I will walk to work so I can still do some km.
So, shorting the way to don’t waste other time, I realised I was walking the same road as when I was going to work. And, as if I “had” to walk there, I realised I left there some of my thoughts and maybe it was time to come back to pick them up.
He sent his SOS to the world but no one got it. He tried, but no one really understood it.
“Peter and the Wolf “ and a situation in some ways paradoxical.
On the other hand he didn’t know himself what kind of help he was looking for. He understood it when it was already too late and it was not coming back.
At least in that moment.
A year ago I wrote on my journal:
“The bomb blasted at work! At home early – stress – union…It’s the turning point!”
A year ago it happened what brought me to take a radical, drastic and, for many people, irresponsible decision: to leave my job to get out from that cage I was dying in, and take my life back!
Things weren’t going well for long time already, actually were going pretty bad: I was sleeping shortly and badly because of nightmares, and during the nights I was waking up all the time thinking about work and stressing tasks to do; even during weekends or evenings with my family my mood could rapidly flip because, don’t know why, my mind suddenly could “bring me back” to my office, to my asshole colleague, to my hated boss.
“I wanted to win the world championship,
.. and instead I find myself here shopping” is a quote from a song of Alex Britti that struck me a lot when I listened it for the first time.
I played it again yesterday, by accident, and it inevitably led me to think of those dreams of mine I had, and to confront myself with how many of them I fulfilled and how many I had to dismiss during my journey.
He was locked in his hotel room on the thirteenth floor.
The wide open windows let come in hot, suffocating air. A grey sky, as homogeneous and heavy layer over the city, made the whole situation even more overwhelming.
The constant noise of the aeration systems came up from the bottom of the inner courtyard.
Soon a constant and depressing drizzle would begin and last forever.
The television in the background showed just another talk-show. The phone switched off, the full ashtray on the window sill.