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Lost Time and Not

Time flies fast and relentless.
I realised it by looking at the statistics of this site and seeing how little I wrote in the last few months.
I realise it now, thinking it’s already Tuesday, and this week, like the previous one, is just flying away.
It seems like a full life, but I can not accept and cannot perceive any positive vibrations from this optimistic view of the working week.

Inlaid Time

Along the path, tall and large secular trees, some of which are marked by old letters of lovers or just by names and dates; it was funny to think that those who had graven those hearts and those letters, promising perhaps eternal love to each other, were probably already dead and buried, while those trees were still there, magnificent and strong.

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…

And Then?

We spend time trying to kill the time, this is the point.
After the years and all those stages imposed by the society and the family, we find ourselves in our 20s or 30s, already addicted and swallowed by the working life. We take our first responsibilities, our duties as a good citizen, and we find ourselves almost unconscious, tied up and involved with the system, the community, and the institutions around us (the same things we might have tried to fight or to evade just a few years before …).

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.

Sunset

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…