The conversation with my grandmother must have lasted ten minutes. Maybe a little less. And what will that mean? He will say that this quarter reminded me that everything runs at killer speed unless we remind ourselves of the importance of finding a similar hand to our own.

In the age of “we only exist by habit”, we need to remember to live more often.

Anarchy, devaluation, fear, demolition of moral values. Words that were the cause of the dialogue I mentioned above and the focus of the discussion? Where are the strong, courageous and pure-blooded loves hiding?

However, not in some other parallel universe

My grandmother managed to live as she wanted, even though she was deprived of a lot. She managed to be herself, dare for her dreams, create and at the same time learn through people she truly loved and who loved her. These could all belong in a romance novel with makeup-free and unkempt protagonists, yet these are people next door. And somewhere here I do not hide from you that we are still disturbing and I wonder the following: With our own generation what will finally happen?

Will we reach our unique “Ithaca”? Will we stop feeding the illusion that “what time for love” will continue to seem normal?

Do you understand what I mean?

I’m tired of constantly going back in time so we can see light in the now. I’m also bored and I really hate the word “bored”, but that’s how I feel. Like a child who doesn’t get his favorite ice cream, even though he can have all the flavors except his favorite.

My grandmother’s words ring in my ears as if she did it to me on purpose. As if he wanted to boldly remind me that my generation is never going to change and that the doom of our time has made its decisions, no matter how hard I, you or he try to the contrary.

Everything begins and ends with love

Salt, sugar, sauce, water, the most basic ingredient. You can live with it alone, but without it you go nowhere. It is a tasteless, bitter, indifferent and meaningless life.

“Back then, my love, whatever was broken we struggled to fix it.” From the clothes, the house, the tap to our person”. Many stayed in relationships that suffered. Many did by wrong children. Few dared then to separate, but those who met from the beginning with a clear mind and eyes, saw joy in their lives.” My grandmother stigmatized me, even if she said it to me a bit confused.

He didn’t learn many letters, but he can write. He didn’t learn in instant recovery, and yet he always has a solution to give you in everything. Easy, painless and cheap solutions never did for her. She preferred to spend time, effort and love on those she felt she should and that’s how she learned to live by declaring herself happy.

When do you plan to spend feelings and time?

I ask myself too, don’t be scared. I am also one of those who prefer to spend money, rather than my time. I am one of those people who often prefer to spend my “inside” rather than my “outside”. And somewhere there, near the turn of the decade for me, I think about what I have lost and what I have finally gained. You; When was the last time you did your own count?

We laugh every day and more

In the age of social media, virtual flirting, drinking and flinging, we sacrifice relationships for validation. Because our confidence didn’t sit well with us even today, no matter how hard we tried. Because the mirror shows through our eyes what it likes and not what it really sees. What are you really looking at? Are we finally being cheapened by a distorted image or are we just getting carried away?

I’ll call me love, even if they call me something else

Let me tell you too. Tell them all, even if they don’t remind you of this feeling. Maybe our lives will change immediately. Do we manage to change the signs of the times that try to alter our otherwise not fake life.

Are you keeping a secret?

Before closing, I thought a lot, reviewed as I usually do, and luckily the feeling that overcame all else was that of relief. I felt good because if I know something, if I learned something, and if I learn something every day, it’s that there is nothing worse than wasting you on ephemeral hugs, on fake people, on sweet-salty evenings and finally on lukewarm “I love you”.

Life relationships should always be like a small child

The one who will never hide the truth from you. The one that, at the end of the day, will want to make you laugh, but more so laugh together. Deep and meaningful love, this is what it looks like. It develops slowly and requires care, patience and safety.

So protect what is worth. From your food, your clothes, to a lifelong relationship. Just be sure to pay more attention to what is not seen, no matter how tempting the image may be. It keeps your mind and heart clear from the information overload of the “outside” world, no matter how much you are courted by its beautiful words.

Try to find fingers similar to yours. Fingers entwined in a tight fist that will want to walk with you at a time when so many are left alone by habit or by choice.