I’m overtired. Sometimes I stay up for a round of 24 hours, as if waiting for something brilliant and good to happen (and it does! Snow, for instance). I wonder if there are people out there who comprehend time in a similar manner as I do. Who secretly ran away to hide in a bathroom and cry a little thinking that “here, now, with this precious person” is so fragile, so short lived, that it will inevitably end, leaving me to wait and hope for a similar moment to return and maybe stay, on a more permanent basis.
I wonder how we will be looking at the past from our chairs and beds in our late old days, when all that will remain to hope for will be to leave peacefully. Will there be regrets? Will there be wisdom and a sad smile - “such a shame this cannot be transferred to the young, needs to be learned by going through”? Will there be that last and final social network, where we will log in, in those days where past egoism, where pride/lizard brain/vanity no longer rule our choices, and ask people that were of decisive importance in our lives the last important questions… “So have you loved?” “Are you happy?”
