There is no better way to exorcise his fears that face them directly. It can be simplistically defined shock therapy . Generally, all have common denominator: the uncertainty of the unknown, of what will be, the fear of not knowing how
best to address the situations when you are forced to collide with them. But it is equally true that when you know the variables involved everything up to the moment before aroused anxiety only becomes normal. So is overcome fear of flying, the dark, the enclosed or open, spiders, mirrors, dentist, of different examinations, to fall in love, hatred of people, great things, a no .. . and, perhaps, even the women on the first day of sales. We thought the same thing Angelique, Estelle and I when we accepted the invitation to attend the wedding of our friend Isabelle, although I never thought to see my ex. The haunting fear of marrying a growing number of women at a time when the meaning of the wedding day is increasingly devalued and emptied and the number of separations and divorces is increasing, it seems almost paradoxical that the surge in direct proportion Bride of the panic, the terror of the "till death do you part", which should underpin a commitment to "forever." Despite these occasions for the three of us do not have very sacred, committed as we are, to avoid boredom, to gossip about the guests on their clothes and new couples who are formed or that have melted, I could not help but wonder: in life, where everything is cyclical, the hours, days, years, seasons, the Earth's rotation, hormones, history, fashion, the love, happiness, life is always with trepidation or anxiety in waiting for what will happen tomorrow?
The next day we went to Florent and I spend two days relaxing in in Deauville. No place like this, harmoniously developed between the sea and the countryside is perfect for really convinced that summer is over. Not only for the crisp air, the leaves fall and blanket on the bed but quell'impagabile nostalgic atmosphere that is breathed, walking on the sea in autumn. I do not particularly think that we are slowly and inexorably approaching winter but, of course, or a solitary walk in good company is a good shock therapy . I watched the waves at play, chasing each other on the beach or desert in this season and although I read with Florent Speaking of books, art, boys, life experiences, us to reflect on love, friendship, life also ironically comparing our ideas between coffee and the other, joking about some funny incident happened to some of our common knowledge and we went riding blithely continued to feel my mind full of ideas, full of conviction that everything would be in my life differently. The change, which often scares people, at that moment seemed to have become my best friend. Be amazed to hear those of Florent: a year after dating her current boyfriend, one night while they were on the couch and talking amiably with his head resting on his legs, stood gently stroking his hair, he suddenly realized that the time had come to live together.
Sunday night, after eating a pizza take-away, as it approached midnight, tired and Florent had decided to go to bed, listening to "L'Hymne à l'amour" by Edith Piaf could not stop thinking of the day just passed and I could not help but feel useless and alone. Then, lighting on the song "Non, je ne regrette rien": they always say that when you are in crisis should follow your instincts. Well that's what I did and on Monday morning, a day ahead of schedule, day was breaking when they are back in town: on the train I realized that it is more important to live fully what is happening here and now, without waiting or wondering what will happen tomorrow . Arrived at the station I saw the face of Nicolas in the crowd, his eyes lost in a distant vision, silk shirt, sweater and light golden bracelet never as then, I thought, looked like a boy.
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