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In a couple of hours, as a matter of fact, I’ll be turning 32.
After reading my last post treating this subject, back to May 3rd 2009 when I was living in Singapore, I realized that part of my actual thoughts can be conciliated with those expressed 3 years ago.
Many people say that you fully start living only at 30, others at 40 and someone else even states that real life starts at 50. I don’t know… is the increasing wiseness and self-awareness supposed to provide us with enough appropriate temperament to handle the human condition in a less reckless and more cynical view? or should it guide us towards a balanced, peaceful and not superficial, but “light” point of view?
Embracing some aspects of the existentialism, I’d say that we start getting old when we stop dreaming; when there is nothing to wake up for, when we start to let go too often and when there is nothing that can make us turn the table upside down. There is no age for feeling that no matter how forgotten it was, there is still a small fire burning inside us; a fire that if fueled, will burn as big as if we were 25 again… becasuse we’ve still got something to learn, teach, share and conquer.
May 3rd Update: Anyways… there is nothing more irritating than receiving greetings from somebody who normally wouldn’t give a damn about you, but they are prompt to send messages when there is facebook or skype reminding them about your birthday. Im confused, should I send a thankful reply to facebook or to the person…? I mean, come on, during the whole year you couldn’t care less, but magically, for one day only you’re making the effort of sending me 2 words… “happy birthday”, then disappear again for another year… fuck you and give me a break.
I’ve now completely transformed my blog into a web 2.0 style by inserting “categories” along with “tags” making all my posts and content semantically linked and easily retrievable. The travel section and photogalleries are now totally functioning, added the missing trips of Peru, South Korea and few others. Minor bug fixes and the possibility of comfortably receive my RSS feeds directly at your email.
It’s the christmas night and im at my relative’s countryside house, sitting alone at the head of a long table, wearing 2 sweaters and working on my laptop. Yes, seriously working for cash and not for any abstract reward this time, at least in the short term. Outside in the garden is foggy, cold and malencholic. Is it not funny? Just a couple of years ago I imagined myself ending up in a hot place far away from here, with hot chicks, hot pots and talking about hot topics…
Accepting the idea of temporarily re-settling in the very first place that I thought I was going to leave for good, isnt easy at all, but it comes with some benefits as well. I have my own car and im free to drive to any place at any time across the whole european union which is giving me freedom of action. I have splendid networking that gives me protection and injects freedom of choice, I got a place where I can decide who gets in and who gets out, where I can finally play the role of the host and not the guest. A stable lan that allows me to download tons of international movies, stream any live show and talk freely and clearly to any friend around the world without bearing with tedious loading times.
However, I am embracing a solution of truce just because I was way too fed up with 3rd world settings; tired of seeing disorganization, scarce hygiene, uncontrolled birth rate, dirty, dusty and polluted cities but on top of all unlimited ignorance. Threatens to your propriety, your bank account and your person whoes life-value is worth less than a quarter compared to a civilized country.
Thinking about few months ago, while landing at Milan airport, I felt surprisingly happy to be back…for the first time ever.
Another year has passed, another christmas is coming and for those who still believe in this frivolous festivity here is a nice video to help you unload your brain’s buffer! I’ll spare you the christmas poem this time, instead send me your own comments about the biggest bullshit in human history.
