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.
Lately I have often found on Fb the “news” that psychologists would recommend walks in Nature, especially in the woods, as a substitute for antidepressants.
I have to admit it, I never deepened the question, I am a bit skeptical to all sites that report generic informations (for example, for years it periodically pops-up the news that in Sweden the daily working hours will decrease from 8 to 6 and, living there, I assure you that it is not true!), and even if a psychologist or more had actually made such a statement, it is not said that the whole medical class will move in that direction.
Lately, and unfortunately more and more frequently, depression (also known as Major depressive disorder – MDD) is consider as the plague of this century.
Researches by the WHO (World Health Organisation) report rather alarming data: 322 million people worldwide suffer from depression, with an increase of 18% in the decade between 2005 and 2015.
In a few years, depression will be the second cause of illness.
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.
Growing up, moving on my way, I started to believe, more and more, that solving our problems, overcoming difficulties, is much easier than what we believe.
Yet, when I was down, when I went through dark times, I could not remember how to feel good again, how to find the light again.
We are postponing things too often.
“Let’s do it tomorrow, or this the weekend, or next month…”
And then, when December is approaching, we will start to postpone it to the beginning of the new year.
As if postponing things will bring an improvement or maybe a magic that will make them easier.
Until not long time ago I was self-defeating, limiting myself.
I unconsciously restricted the flow of life to me and, passively, I was letting it slide away fast. Without doing anything, apathetic and numb in the nothingness of many days which looked all the same.
I could see only many different problems and, above all, I believed it was impossible to solve them, and that I could never find my way out.
So, slowly, I had touched the bottom and it seemed that I had decided to stay there for a while.
Some time ago I wrote about the path we can follow to reach happiness, inner peace, or, anyhow, a more serene life.
Actually, I was talking about working on ourselves, and how, if done well, it becomes enjoyable, and can bring the first small, great, satisfying results.
But it’s a continuous job, without any rest, because it’s about changing our ideas and beliefs, controlling our thoughts, trying to aim them to our target, trying to tune onto a “positive wavelength”.
Last weekend I was in Warsaw, Poland.
I landed shortly after midnight at an unknown and empty airport. I took the first taxi which, shortly after, left me in a suburban, deserted, cold road.
I hesitated for five minutes, feeling stuck there, my briefcase in my hand, wondering what the hell I was doing in that place. Then the person who drew me on this trip came, and brought me to a birthday party where I met about fifty people I had never seen in my life.
Lately I’ve been taking some time for myself, to remake order and change my life, or at least the vision of it: I wrote new pages of the instruction to my book and I reviewed and completed already written parts.
I believe everyone can develop and find his own way to change his life, to get what he wants, to get the most out of it, so I stopped writing the blog and started instead to dedicate more time to write and find what I really want, what I could do to get out of a situation of dissatisfaction.
Who has been following me for a while probably knows about my situation of “happy unemployed”.
For those who are new here, they can find in my previous posts the reason of my happiness, first because I can now do what I want (here), and second because I’ve been strong and brave enough to get out from some “dirty games” in which they wanted me accomplice and partner (here).
For some time now, I got close to what they call the “positive thinking” way of living.
In life you must always touch the bottom to cling to something (whatever it is) to try to come back to the surface.
This happened to me about three and a half years ago, when after a long period of time (and it has been my choice, anyway) of crazy descent towards the lowest stages of my life, I had only two opportunities: to stay there or to come back.
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.
The sky slides fast tonight.
A layer of clouds like sheep following the instinct of the flock.
The sky doesn’t stop even tonight, it doesn’t care about anything, it goes on its way. Fast, selfless, free, it runs toward the infinity.
Yet it gives something, everlasting colours and moments, light games, astonishing sunrises and sunsets.
To who is brave enough to stop and look…