We go through life on tiptoe, trying to be happy without risking, without betting…
And life continues its inexorable path, without haste, but without pause.
At his father’s funeral, a friend of mine told me years ago that paradoxically, the worst thing about losing a father, being horrible, is the feeling of helplessness in which you fall. It is the feeling that you happen to be, without wishing, on the beachfront. And without chiringuitos or mojitos.
The first gray hairs arrive, the children fly alone …
And you look back and look forward and the vertigo is huge on both sides.
And you ask yourself, while you listen to Jamie Cullum’s last album, if you have not let people escape that made your world more beautiful.
And what is even worse, are not you today letting people escape that make your world beautiful?
Think, reconsider and act accordingly.
P.S .: Many people know the theory. Putting it into practice is really difficult.