The Little Things of Life
Fear and other tales about your path in this world
On August 5, 2023, a servant watched attentively the waves of the sea. Sitting on a stone that rested on the sand of the sea.
Have you ever had a feeling of perceiving your environment while subtracting from it?
It’s as if all the people around me can’t see me right now. As if it were a ghost to them.
That day at the beach I was just thinking about how far I have always gone from home.
When one moves away, time passes even faster. Your family ages without realising it. The little ones become adults. The businesses and places you went are closed. Others open.
I don’t remember where I read it but the animals teleport you to the present moment. If you pet a cat or a dog, the past is erased and the future is diluted. At that moment there will only be that moment.
I think sometimes I confuse nostalgia with depression. Loneliness with privilege. Serenity with selection.
There are so many things I want to write and share with you… and so little time available — although sometimes I like to waste it.
Dear reader:
From time to time I´ll open up and dedicate my fears, my doubts and my most human way of writing to you.
And let me get this action born out of pure selfishness. To know if I am really alone with these uncertainties or someone also identifies these words that I write.
I’ll write to you soon,
