“I was at the tail end of a generation of girls who wanted a guy to take an ice pick in the ribs for them. Max was of a generation that believes in self-preservation at all costs. Even if the cost is that the person you’re sleeping with gets ice-picked. This was what made me know I couldn’t love Max. He would let me get ice-picked in the ribs.”
Maggie Estep, Diary Of An Emotional Idiot, p. 152, Soft Skull Press Brooklyn, NY 2003.
While most of the time the predominant inclination is towards wanting more, burning with both eagerness and disappointment for what has never been, is not and presumably will never be here…
… there are actually times when a ray of light makes its way into my mind and a-ha:
• I am grateful for all I have and am
• It feels like some scenarios have actually become reality
• I may, in consequence, be able to attain more, at least those couple of dreams (or slightly more of them) I have been cultivating inside of me
Fuori: calma, compostezza, affidabilità, tutto sotto controllo.
Dentro: un turbinio di ribaltamenti, dubbi.
Cambiamenti, voglia di cambiamenti, passaggi obbligati si mescolano in un vortice.
Non ho altra scelta che osservare tutto, cercare di respirare per rilassarmi insieme a loro.
“Inspira dal naso ed espira dalla bocca: così ci diamo un’altra possibilità” – S. L.