“What do you do, Jim, when you feel down, very down?”
“I used to sail.”
“And now?”
“I stay still and let things move around me … wind, waves, clouds and trees.”
“Trees don’t move.”
Jim looked at her until time settled in like a third friend.
Molly squeezed his wrist. “You’re right – they do.”
“What’s going on Molly?”
“I know that I should consider myself lucky. I have such a great friend like you, I come everyday here to feel, breath and enjoy my all time favorite pub, I have got beer and dreams, yet there are days when I need to be hugged for 30’ minutes at least and I am honestly scared.”
“Are you making the mistake of looking back at your past?”
“Jim, you have told me so many times to reject it that I feel anxiety separation about my past. I used to be married you know and I have children. In spite of all my efforts, as soon as I look at a photo or a painting or I look at my beloved, I see what it has been, my choices and the consequences of my choices.”
“What I suggest to you, my dear friend, is that you do not look backwards with a bunch of “ifs” in your mind. You said ‘I do” when you got married, not ‘if I do this, then…?’ I do not want to see you collecting scattered memory pieces and arrange them according to the whim of today’s puzzle. Five years ago, ten years ago, you were different. You had your own agenda of actions and feelings. “Ago” means done, finished. “Ago” is connected to default scenarios that your imagination creates for its own sake, for sadness sake, for recharging sake and for who knows what’s sake.”
“I’ll get you another beer,” proposed Molly.
“A beer for me and a dream for you.”
“No, old bark. Two pints.”
Translated from the original Italian
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