These beautiful photos were taken this past Summer and I can recall they were not posted back then (although they totally deserve to be shared) as they crossed my life in
this period.
I like them very much for several reasons and they are also the rare memories I have from the Summer 2015, for the simple reason I cannot say I 'had' a Summer in 2015. It's a pretty bad sign of life if you're not able to enjoy it because of your job, even more stupid if it's not because you're overloaded on work but because some people just don't care about their lives (
should you not care either please!) (or simply your rights) and the living part of life, worst if one of those people is your boss. Suddenly - and because I'm surrounded by people who lie constantly and who are also on a constant conflict and tease with everyone (for what, really? in this tiny world and small amount of time... making me realize most people just have it all wrong when it comes to the meaning of that great thing called life...), trying to control, possess and immerse on unnecessary work - I found ridiculous any signs of the glorification of 'busy', competitiveness and all the triumphs of a money maker and/or sedentary 9-5 job. I went through a personal break down because of it (I even dare to
write about it here), feeling like trapped in a web where I don't belong and unable to move out. Still am.
Reason why I hope in a year or so I'll be brave enough to refuse the only perk of this job and move on with my life. Hoping, of course, it won't be too late and that these 2 years will have their lesson learned. Because honestly, if I'd die today or tomorrow, would I be happy with the life I'm living? Hum. No. And as dramatic/impulsive/naive this answer might be, it, for iself, should be reason enough for me/anyone to
edit my/your life.
And just for the record, the other day I heard one of the best lessons I've learned in these past months very well sum up and that goes roughly like this: "I'm tired of all these stress and greed everyone seems to applaud and that starts at school with the kids. You know, for me, if you're happy taking care of a tree, during the whole life, then that's what you should do. Who can tell otherwise? Who are other men/or we to judge minor or higher arts?"
A pretty sick text along with these soft and beautiful photos by
my talented friend in this place I'm always coming back. The latest didn't deserve the first, but that's what feels right right now, and also because that's a bit of the story behind them.
