What a great night I had yesterday. After having dinner with a friend and his girldfriend in a fantastic vegetarian restaurant in Paris called Le Potagere du Marais, I was walking back to my friend’s flat alone, for he had left to walk her girlfriend home. Since it was too early for me to go home (11.45 pm), I decided to wander around my favourite Parisian neighbourhood, Le Marais.
Today, I was in my house in Barcelona when my aunt called me. She told me that there was a jazz concert in the Casal de Sarria (casals in Catalunya are some sort of public civic buildings where people can organize concerts, games, events…). She asked me if I wanted to go, for it was just started and there were going to play for one hour more (it is just 5 minutes from my house). At first, I reacted for a very brief moment as I have for many years: too late, no need to go, waste of time…and then I turned around, as I am learning to do now, and told myself it was a good chance to have a bit of spontaneous fun. At that very moment, my mother was coming in the house. So I asked her if she wanted to come, and told my aunt that we were going.
I enjoyed it very much. I realised what I have been doing for many years. Rationalizing all my life. Considering every benefit and every loss before doing something, and at the end don’t do anything. Not enjoying my life. My emotions. I spent a fantastic hour with my mother and my aunt, listening to good music, not thinking of anything else. First time in many years. There was, however, a cloud of sadness. For I wished that I would have discovered this earlier in my life. I missed the person who would have made it a perfect evening. The person who offered me many times this kind of experiences, and I rebuffed once and again.
