THE DOOR OF TIME

Time is the most precious thing we have and some say don't waste it. 
I believe that whatever you do is never wasted. 
Either sleep in the afternoon or watch something really crazy on TV. We often need futile, absurd and meaningless things because they lighten our spirits. 
It's useless to rage against time, nor to plan months and weeks.
My priorities change from one minute to the next and I always decide to go along with them. 
There's no wasted time if after whatever you've done you feel like it was meant to be. 
Allow yourself to be superficial and bored, often in these moments the best solutions and the greatest ideas are born!!!
I've never felt sorry for people who decide to be alone. I don't find it an example of cowardice, not as much as I don't see it in those who instead would get involved with anyone rather than come to terms with loneliness. 
I've always been of the opinion that being alone is beautiful, it's liberating. 
As I return home, in my beautiful solitude and silence after yet another chaotic day, I take off my shoes, untie my hair, sit on the sofa and stare at a point in the dark hall in front of me. It is perhaps the truest moment that I live in contact with who I am. Me and my thoughts, and my reflections on what I have done, on the contracts concluded, on the customers I have met, on the mistakes I have made. 
I should have been stricter with the people I met this morning, I should have been more decisive in addressing that issue in the afternoon. I stay on the sofa with my legs on the table in the middle, and the only sensation I have is skin in contact with the glass. 
Solitude is beautiful, as you think of how many are out and about right now having conversations with someone whose words they don't even listen to. In the end I'm almost happy. My tired legs and I are thankful for having decided to return, without further stops for aperitifs, inaugurations or dinners. Effortlessly, naturally returned to live in the moment, of this moment.

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