So, 40 years have passed between the moments these two photos were made.
I don’t feel to be that different inside my mind, after all this time. Sure, my body got older. But I’m still able to play tennis and provide a good challenge to any opponent of any age.
What will expect me in the next years? I believe I’ve always been a hedonist. I’ve already had my fair share of happiness. Is it still worth waiting for something more?
I’ve practiced euthanasia to my dog. Because it was suffering from frequent pains and its life had no more quality, I thought. I’ve judged in its place for if it would be the right time to stop living.
The thing has affected me. I feel I should do the same for myself.
No, I’m not thinking of suicide. Quite the opposite. What I do have to think is on how to make the years ahead more interesting.
The thing is the universe isn’t helping these last two years…
First, a pandemic, then a war starting that can turn out to be the last one of the human civilisation. The one when we all be extinct, like the poor big reptiles, the dinosaurs.
And for the war, it might has ruined my plans about the trip of my dreams. And that is to enjoy travelling one day in the TransSiberian Express train, from Saint Petersburg to Vladivostok. For obvious and recent reasons. Slava Ukraini!...
When I was in my fifties, the decade was worth being lived just because of a short period of a little more than a month of pure and intense happiness. Which was provided to me by another soul.
This decade of my sixties hasn’t started so fine. But then again the previous one neither.
Happiness doesn’t last long. In fact, it always too ephemeral. But when it happens, it’s a lot worth the waiting, Damn!…
So, I’ll wait. Sitting on a stone, like that famous Rodin statue, if that’s the price to pay for it.
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If anyone reading these lines can get curious on how it all has begun, just click here.
