Why So Serious?
It is time to be a little less serious. To write a little less about healing journeys and philosophical whatever.
Because I told ya' that I am a dreamer.
But I haven't really shown it yet.
I haven't shown you how that Sun actually shines.
What I see is an orange grove in Italy.
If I close my eyes, I can smell freshly squeezed orange juice and taste baklava. Because not so long ago, I made baklava. I'm not saying it was perfect, because chopping walnuts with a not-so-sharp knife isn't the most enjoyable thing I've ever done. But it wasn't bad either. At least I had the chance to improve my knife skills.
Honestly, I can already see myself doing the exact same thing there, because I always try to solve the problems I see in front of me. They annoy the hell out of me.
And I can hear the laughter of the love of my life because I bet he'd be hitting himself on the forehead, watching how stubborn I am.
Not like he isn't just as headstrong.
I see a small, incredibly messy workshop for all my crafting ideas.
My private temple, where no one can tell me how things should look.
And in that workshop I see an old typewriter and a really good computer, so I can both play games and prepare for my doctoral thesis.
Because I want to write about storytelling in video games.
Who says you can't learn and have fun at the same time?
I see a house with air conditioning because I don't plan on dying during the summer heatwaves.
And a pool.
And a porch where I can sit at night with the person I love, talking about the big questions of life.
And I see a greenhouse full of rare epiphytic plants.
I see myself covered in soil, trying to get back into the house to take a shower, while my man is shouting that I can't come inside until I've brushed all that dirt off in the garden.
And I see myself laughing...
...and walking inside anyway.
Because I am a real rebel.
I see myself sitting on a terrace surrounded by friends, glasses of Aperol Spritz on the table, talking about literature, history, and the big questions of life.
I see myself and my family dancing in the street with a bunch of strangers to "Sarà perché ti amo."
I see my love choosing which sundress I should wear before we go to the beach because he always said he wanted to dress me like a Barbie doll.
And honestly...
Dresses suit my personality perfectly.
I see myself driving to the university.
Teaching.
Learning.
Working together with people with whom we can all grow.
And then driving home filled with love and peace.
I see myself sitting under an orange tree with a laptop on my lap, writing one of my crazy novel ideas.
And when my love comes over to interrupt my creative process...
I throw an orange at him.
No one disturbs me when I'm creating.
No one.
I see a huge BBQ terrace.
Gatherings with friends, family, and neighbors.
I see chickens.
Indian Runner ducks.
Maybe even a few horses.
Riding horses has been my childhood dream.
I see myself surrounded by friends and family.
People I love, and who love me.
People I sometimes argue with, but at the end of the day love is stronger than disagreement.
I see myself sharing the burdens of life.
Creating something meaningful.
Something that lasts.
So now I choose this dream every single day.
And I choose these people every single day.
Because not only the journey and the destination matter.
So do the people you choose to share them with.