Brief reflection about time

I've been reflecting a lot lately on the pace things have taken in my life. The days continue to pass too quickly, and at the same time the unique sensation of experiencing a sunny afternoon by the sea.

It seems like yesterday I was in Brazil, living the same old life, with the same people and the same problems, and suddenly, I feel completely different. I feel little by little, slowing down the ideas, the urgencies and adapting to a slightly more mature person, inside my own body.

I feel the rhythm of life passing by like the turquoise waves of the Adriatic Sea that I now call my backyard. One day loud, noisy and wild. In the other, a meekness of foam hitting sand castles and demolishing the past, little by little.

Being here inspires us to live calmly, to nurture simple things - like crochet, which I decided to start a few weeks ago. Sewing a piece, making mistakes often. Patience, start all over again. Holding a single thread, unwind the entire work, and try again.

Sip coffee in the afternoon, hunt for parks with new, more exciting rides, or ones that are closest to a bathroom.

Today I vaguely remember the need to do something to feel anything. To run after some party, some event, some bar, loud music, wine, beer and anything that could brought some feeling. Break out the torpor. Just needed the feeling that there was something more. Over time, this also completely lost its meaning. And that's when I understood the pleasure of simply contemplating.

Contemplating the sun, the coffee, the laborious stitch that I proudly taught myself in crochet, the silent and sweet company of my husband, the ice cream smile of my son.

It took me a long time to understand the value of simply being present in a moment, but being here, in this blessed and unique place, surrounded by my family, finally makes me reaffirm the certainty that this is exactly what I should do.

It's as if the gigantic sea of my life, full of people, tears, moments, intensities and dreams, pushed all these urgencies into the undertow. And the entire surface is now made of the white and ephemeral foam of now.