A song stopped me in the middle of a Shoppers aisle, a few minutes before closing. I’d never heard it before. I had just come off a powerful workout, after a phone call to Italy with a dear friend, and a voice over the speakers was singing about how much can change in a year. I raised my phone to the ceiling to Shazam it, and realized the line was as real as it gets. But to me, a lot can change in a week...
We often already know the truth about our relationships, our choices, and our direction in Life. The difficulty is not discovering it, but admitting it in time to do something with it. Because once time passes, honesty still arrives—but by then, it no longer has anything left to change...
For years, I saw every city, relationship, and chapter of life as temporary. Then, in a quiet Dutch cottage, I found myself wishing one moment could last beyond its expiry date...
I was 15, in Palermo, at my grandparents’ place, with a 400-page book and a plan to finally read it in the one room where nobody would bother me. I made it halfway through the first page before falling asleep on the toilet. The book hit the floor, and I told my professor I had read all three. Fifteen years later, one chapter gave me goosebumps, and I finally understood that the book had never been boring. I simply wasn’t ready for it..
Many will call it “old.” I call it magnificent. I first noticed it at the end of an episode of one of my favourite TV series, and I haven’t stopped listening since. Pay attention and you can feel the countless meanings inside it, and I believe it will mean something different when heard far, far away in the future. What do you feel when you listen to it? And are you a rocket man...
Wow, simply wow. The beat is charming, but it is the lyrics that reach the core of my soul through the headphones: the perfect one-night-stand, and the mix of feelings that follows in the days after. If you ever met someone great and kept wondering about her for days, weeks, and forever, this song was written for you...
I bought a used copy of A Brief History of Time for a few dollars, then carried it 6,000 km around Australia without opening it once. It took Stephen Hawking’s passing to finally get me started, and 47 days later, one question from Chapter 9 followed me all the way to a beach volley match. And what I saw there changed how I think about my own Life...