In the English dictionary, patience is defined as “the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious”. In real life…. patience is that thing that brings things to fruition. But, as with everything in life, there is always a thin line between being stubborn and not patient enough, giving up too soon and continuing on a path that doesn’t feel good. So here comes the big question: how can I strike the balance?
About four years ago, caught at the intersection of two complicated stories, in a gesture of desperation, I escaped my Brussels reality and went to Athens. It proved to be the perfect destination for my first solo travelling experience (it was 2014) and exactly what I needed for my mental state. Since then, life continues to bring me back to this place every once in a while, I am currently in my 5th trip to the Greek capital.
Late at night, when the whole world is sleeping, I just love getting lost, once in a while, in the universe of children’s books. Reading the same lines with the eye of an adult is an amazing experience: simple words, big life lessons. Some of the lessons are simply mind-blowing. Never cease to dream, never stop learning, never forget the feeling you had as a child, when you thought everything is possible!!!
Whatever you plan to change, one thing is certain: it is a freaking big struggle. You got a vision, you got a dream, but each and every cell in your being is set to do things in a certain way; your logic is set to tell you the opposite than your guts. So what happens when you break the pattern? What happens when you have a breakthrough and you finally take that decision that might actually change your life?
Life is seasonal, and so are our characters. We have good days and bad days, sometimes bad months, or even years. We cross hills and mountains and embark in journeys we never thought we would take. We go in the deepest and darkest corners of our existence on this Earth, just to come back to surface…. even brighter and more beautiful than ever before. We get our souls sunburned from too much love and we get blisters on our hearts in the race of finding that “something“ to fulfill our lives. In whatever point you are, up in the sky or deep in the waters of depression, never forget: deep roots always know that spring will come.
In few hours I will fly towards a city I have visited more than five years ago: Firenze, Italy. All that is left in my memory after seeing hundreds of other places in the meantime is this: few colourful shapes, the strong scent of coffee and his hand touching my shoulder. Weird enough: although I took hundreds of pictures of that place, I never went back to look at them. And this got me thinking: how many times do we actually check the tons of digital material we have stored? Maybe is time for a clean-up.
I love the world that autumn builds in my heart. I love the smell of the morning chill and the one of the afternoon rain. I love the memory of that first evening when the autumn breeze smashes down the window and I finally reach for an extra cover. I love the coziness of cinnamon tea, roasted chestnuts and warm blankets. But what I love the most is how the nature plays with colours in this season.