Continuous movement...

^{Photo taken from the book "The wind-up bird chronicle"/ "Cronica do Pássaro de Corda", from Haruki Murakami}

“Maybe the world was like a revolving door, always spinning on its own axis without ever stopping.”

Yesterday was a slightly unusual day for me. Although it was a Sunday, I ended up doing a lot of things that I don't usually do on Sundays, and many more that I ended up not doing, which I usually do on that day of the week.

A lot of this is due in part, or in large part, to the fact that I'm currently on vacation, but I don't really feel like I'm on vacation... A very strange feeling.

I ended up having to schedule these vacation days so that I wouldn't lose the chance to take the days I had accumulated from last year. The employer made it easy for me to book these days after the statutory period for taking them.

I can say that I've started my second week of vacation today, and that in the previous week I basically didn't do anything I'd set out to do. I had planned to tidy up the house and start putting away a lot of the objects and clothes I've accumulated over the ten years I've lived here. I had this goal in mind because I'm planning major renovation work on my apartment, which is supposed to start in September or October of this year.

As the work will be really extensive, I won't be able to stay at home while it's going on. We're talking about a period of approximately four months.

I don't know if because of this big step in financial terms, I'm feeling some pressure not to do other things that might distract me... But when I read this sentence in the book I'm currently reading, I understood exactly what the author was trying to convey.

Things are passing me by at a pace that I don't realize until much later. And I think that's exactly what's happening. Time is passing. I only notice it's gone when it's suddenly evening... And it's time to go to bed. A succession of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months... and years. Everything is spinning. And me, unaware of that door.

But is it important to look at the door, or simply to be aware that it keeps turning?

That's what life is all about. We are born alone and we die alone. But we can't live alone... As much as we think we don't need anyone to live, it's practically impossible to do it without others. I'm a person who places a lot of value on personal well-being. This week, perhaps because I didn't have the same routines, I ended up with some free time. This time, which in my view was not well used, ended up leaving me a little alone with my thoughts...

Sometimes looking back may not be as bad as we think... You just have to keep looking back. Because the revolving door never stops. It never stops. Whether we like it or not.

Bem Hajam🍀

^{Photo taken by @xrayman}