Inevitably, every single time, the beginning of the year is an endeavor of good intentions on what we will do better or what we should no longer do.
Having regard to what normally meddle in two weeks of Christmas, it is not surprising if an overdose of sugar or a hepatic steatosis let us proclaim fanciful hypotheses about the year that will be.
I’m not immune to these excesses, indeed, I would say that this year I had both the overdose that steatosis, for which I launch headlong into the tunnel without return that i opens in front, even though before, I want to share a little of the Christmas spirit just past.
Review (for the umpteenth time) with my son the triptych of James Bond interpreted by Daniel Craig, catapulted me to my childhood in a curious continuum temporal space in which, in parallel, I reviewed myself child with my father.
It is one of those small things that perhaps you are not able to describe well but if you have children, do you perceive and understand how life can be cyclic.
Actually, I promises to be a year of change, that a little scare me, not so much for what will happen to me but because some of the choices or the risks undertaken could still affect my son.
Personally, these feelings, i emotion always, perhaps also because my father died many years ago and see me today, in a context, an era, a world very different, I causes of strong suggestions.
I wish that he was here to see what has happened in recent years, to know his nephew (which it has magnificent grandparents who adore him), to ask him for advice on any thing. and i want to ask him a vaticinio, even though I know not be possible.
In any case I know that from the top i will be watching and will accompany me anyway, regardless of the choices that i do.
Many things will be done this year, some good and some less well, is normal but the rottenness that by the time i assails, perhaps start to get answers.
If you look at everything from the outside I can not complain, but i inside something to which I must give peace for many years, but still, we are not successful.
I need to find peace within in order to truly live with the serenity that I would like, and perhaps for the first time, I’m trying to reach at least a little, in this year which will be.
The choice is linked to the drink does not concern a wine but, in honor to James Bond is a cocktail.
Not the classic Martini but the version Vesper (dedicated to the first Bond girl), as he described Ian Fleming for mouth of 007 in his first novel, Casino Royale :
“dry Martini, in a glass of champagne. Three parts of Gordon, one part of vodka, half of Kina Lillet. Shake well until it’s well icy, then add a lemon rind long and thin”.
The song, well, for me is perfect :
Mad World – Gary Jules, Michael Andrews (Donnie Darko, 2002)
See you soon