MAL D'AFRIQUE
13-01-2019 di Principe Myskin
It was a day in November.
The cold was biting on the outskirts, the car once again faced the main road and took me to the office.
Beside me, the world was running silent, gray and insensitive.
I already had the sky, the green in the heart of Africa.
The two holidays that I had done in February and in August they had changed me forever the soul.
I could no longer consider myself one of them, I could not believe that the meaning of my life was to do, in large part, what I did not want to do.
Living in a city I did not love, in the midst of people who did not appreciate, no ambitions to grow with passion.
My only, passion, was to cultivate my happiness, and in that arid life I could never do it.
I had to give a garden to my heart.
It was not difficult, although it may appear so.
I walked in the direction. Before me, the editor in chief.
"I decided to ask six months of expectation," I said.
"I'll cut the salary and when you come back you will be laid off. These are difficult times," said the director.
"All right"
Two weeks later I was the happiest man in the world.
How to explain that state of mind? The moment the plane touched down in Nairobi, the heart began to beat to a different rhythm.
The urge to smile to people, not the darkest side of me presence, but men and women. With their flaws, their issues, their miserable lives.
But human beings! Not machines, not presumptuous gear destined to end up in the production cycle.
Savanna, nature, infinite spaces. This was dreaming and I found this.
The rent of my little house in the suburbs, that half-salary.
It was more than enough to live as I had always dreamed: no obligations except those vital.
Adventure, trouble, danger ... perhaps: but when all is part of existence, of an existence ... VERA is bearable, it becomes even is teaching.
Africa teaches me every day to become better.
Africa has saved my life, and I will have esserle forever grateful.
Even now that I'm back and I know that it will take a few years to close with this useless world and go back to my savannah, in my complete existence.
But I'm calm, I know where I have to go and I know I will get there.
Again. Forever.
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