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Life May Be Always the Same, But We Can Change The Way to Look at It

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.

And That’s It

…I’m smoking another cigarette, and I’ve already lost the count for today.
It’s another wonderful day, not a cloud, temperatures between 10 and 15 degrees, and a sky so deep blue that makes you want to go…
And I think I’m wasting time locked in my job cage, especially when there is little or nothing to do, and time goes slowly while bored on Instagram, Facebook, and so on.
And smoking, of course.

I Wanted to Win the World Championship

“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.

On My Own Way and the Value of Things

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).

Society

“This is living” was the masterful advertising of the latest video-games console.
Was that the real life? Was that the perception of living for millions of people, and not only kids or teenagers, happy to rush home, and close themselves in, just to play and join a virtual life?
Was it living to give up the real life, the real world, and spend instead time in front of a screen to fight, kill, drive, fuck?

Footprints

I look back
The long journey that brought me here, my steps, my memories
As footprints inexorably they will be deleted by water and wind.
Maybe none has ever been walking here…

The Will to Go

I often think about the endless landscapes of Argentinean Patagonia.

I do not need to look at the thousands of photos that I took then,  I carry these landscapes inside me and often they pop-up in front of my eyes, as a slow slide show, on the music of my melancholy.

And I think…

I think about the vastness, the  immensity, and a boundless nature so difficult to imagine and believe real.

The Work and The Utopia of Doing Nothing

I’ve been working almost 20 years. I did a bit of everything, so many different jobs and only on rare occasions I felt really satisfied and fulfilled (and only for short time).

Most of the time I found myself cursing the job and all the hours I was spending (wasting?) there, in a everlasting countdown waiting for the end of day, the weekend, the holidays…

Like many other people, for what I know by talking with friends and colleagues, I was working there but I was actually dreaming to be somewhere else, mostly just wishing to be home and relax instead.