Every once in a while, I feel the urge to take an excursion that’s a little more adventurous than my daily peaceful stroll along the river.
A bolder, more challenging tour, with the sole motivation of awakening my spirit, sometimes sleepy.
I went alone.
At the beginning, the road was wide and radiant, the landscape, splendid.
After a while, the path became narrower.
At each step, the terrain became more rugged; I was avoiding stones, ice, small precipices. At times I got lost, then got back on track.
I finally arrived at a majestic waterfall.
I sat down on a big rock to rest and contemplate the path I traveled.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I woke up from my lethargy.
I retraced my steps reinvigorated, more awake than ever.
Yes, I think that from time to time it is necessary to visit other landscapes, even if it implies higher risks.
From this personal Olympics I ended up beaten, scratched, bogged down, exhausted.
But perhaps a little enlightened.
To end with some humor, I think that closing your eyes and looking inward is riskier than swimming with sharks, water polo with grenades, or pole vaulting without a mattress.
“Those who look outside, dream.
Those who look inside, awaken.”