Memories of the summer


2020 is a year to forget. As any, each and every year, good and bad things happens, but 2020, if possible, should be excused, deleted, forgotten. As plants need water and sun, we need good memories to give us the strength to carry on, to feed the life in us. The clock may stop but time doesn’t. We should not waste our precious days looking back, because life is the kind of rollercoaster that doesn’t stop until the ride is over and our only concern should be keeping track, holding fast and looking forward. And perhaps also enjoying the wind on our skin, on every possible opportunity. Life is too short to waste in fear, lies, drama. If we have a choice, we should choose beauty, every time. We should not be hostages of our own imposition, tyranny or decisions. Life and others already do that, we should not comply. We are free and like so should we remain. We accept imposed limitations and we carry too much unnecessary burdens. We fight battles that are not ours, on a daily basis, for a life time. We should live, not only survive. Last summer I tried to ignored the pain and purposely tried to enjoy the light of precious moments. That book, those colors, the grass and the breeze, the taste of caramel and macadamia ice cream on a hot day. Clouds and blue sky. Do not take your peace and your pleasure for granted. All the rest is manageable, but some things should not be negotiable. We need to built good memories to endure tough times. We need to leave the past in the past. Good memories naturally resist the proof of time. Art does too.

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