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Month: September 2017

quality over quantity

It’s such a common title that it’s almost abused. Quality over quantity means to focus on the form. And it through a new course about bodyweight workout that I rediscovered this.

The attention over quality made me wonder if all the work I did was worth the trouble. Well, it was. I do things unimaginable for me years ago, but yet I feel like I needed this change in pace.

The hard thing about working on quality is to resist the tendency to fall back onto quantity. Accept the limit.

Because quantity often means pushing the limits, while quality means reaching the boundaries of our maximum limit.
Two different strategies that can make a difference in both cases and that are tooootally different when compared.

Talking about limits I remember one day a chat with a girl about writing.
At that time I was solely focused on writing when inspired. If I wasn’t in the mood then I wouldn’t write. 
We talked about it and she disagreed. Reason was that for her my behaviour was like a painter pretending to not have limits. To have an infinite amout of paper to draw on.
Restrictions on the other side, she told me, allow you to focus your creativity and work onto filling the missing pieces.

Quality, over quantity.

blocking the obvious

I recently setup a blocker on my mac to limit the usage of social websites and guess what? I found myself using them more than expected. Too many minutes, too much time.

It’s sad that in today’s world solutions like this are needed, but it’s also refreshing to know they’re here.

In a perfect world this kind of addiction would be stopped way before it starts, but we’re all different, and I have to admit that I’ve got my limits too.
This is part of my way to get over with my abuse of social media and similar websites.

Now I limit myself to an extreme of 20 minutes per day. It’s a small time? Yes, but it’s worth noting that life happens outside of those places.
I prefer being 23/7 on my real life than 2/7 on it.

what I like about travel

I like being able to know a different culture, discover what they share in common and what they do not.

I like eating new foods, taking time to explore a city, to “feel” their daily workflow.

I like that travel allows you to take time off, from worries, plans, whatever.

I like that you meet people, share a part of the journey with them, and then part ways.

I like that I always learn and come back with a story to tell, a story to remember and a story that sometime is scary too.

kids don’t care

I was at the hospital when a indian child waived her hands towards another kid passing by.

Right next to me there was this family of women and daughters, all waiting for their turn at the hospital. We were all  the same waiting room. 

After the child waived her hands they continued to talk in indian and then, after some minutes, the teenager girl come to me to ask for help about an issue with the smartphone of her mother.

She told me this in a perfect italian, with a beautiful accent from florence.

To my knowledge she was 100% italian by the way she spoke. 
Seeing this, listening to people from other cultures speak and integrate into our land gives me hope.

Because it’ll take time to bury all the hatred, to hide all the fear of diversity. To finally destroy racism in all forms.

It’ll take time to become like the small indian girl waiving her hand. 
Children don’t care for race. They waive, they greet, they laugh together.

Audults? Not the same way. We fear diversity, we don’t embrace it.

I suppose it’ll take time to allow all these different cultures to belong to italy, or even tuscany.
We’ll need one or two generations more to consider them italians. 
In 100 years the teenager that speak with a tuscan accent will grow her children, and all the family will then speak italian with a tuscan accent.

Then we’ll have a family, with a bloodline that comes from indian, but that, at least for some of us, will be eventually considered 100% italian and maybe at that time we, the adults, will start waiving our hands again, towards different races, without worrying.

what is a necessity?

Food? Clothes?

Today I read about a man leaving miami because of Irma and its terrifying power.
After this I talked with a friend that told me about how some necessities are fake.

And today we are filled with fake necessities. Food is a great example. We all seek the lastest supplement or rare natural food that will cure us all.

Sports is another one, or gear. But are those needed? No, they’re not.

We should strive for less to get more.

you need some holidays

Didn’t we think about it once in a while?
We deserve some holidays, some break up from our daily work, to shine, to recharge, to get back in shape.Holidays to live our moments.

But why do we need them? We need them because we are exhausted, we don’t feel the need to do more. We are lost.

Lost in our world, in the day to day life that should be lived but it’s not.

What can we do to fix this? it’s probably part of how work is done today. We live by the idea of the free man, the man that can go in vacation whenever he wants, and that freedom comes with a price: being always on. Always reachable.

That’s the price in today technology and I don’t think it’s fair.
Yes I think we should deserve a more enteprenaurial ability to manage our life, but I also think we should protect it. Find new time instead of adding things to do.
Doing less, but with more presence.