I’m sitting in a new apartment, drinking my morning coffee. The world — or rather, life — has shifted once again.
A scene from the telenovela I watched last night still echoes in my mind. What if the morning sun filtered through the shadows of palm leaves on my hacienda? I’d be served breakfast by the staff, surrounded by people, by possessions — and my daily task would be to run my own business. A beautiful idea.
And yet — I sit in a lovely apartment, drinking coffee from a machine that brews it just for me. I’m getting ready for work, heading to a beautiful establishment with a long history. It’s quiet here. It smells good. And I feel like I did ten years ago, on a holiday in Turkey.
I find myself thinking about dreams, about goals… and about contentment. Why do we always want more?
What if I were already old — seventy, with millions and a successful business? And what if I were given the chance to return to this day? Would I take it? What would I say to myself? Would I live it all over again, knowing I got there partly through laziness — or would I work harder, achieve more?
Work harder at your job? Build your business with focus? Finally start creating music? Be more diligent?
Or would it sound completely different:
Enjoy it while you can. The money wasn’t worth it. Search. Stay open. Lower your expectations for a partner. Notice other values. Because life alone is long — and empty.
If only we knew what we’d tell ourselves.
If only we knew whether the end won’t be somewhere else entirely — where only the sky will cover us, and a silence surrounds us that no longer belongs to us.
And whether tomorrow will come at all.
Either way, this reflection reminded me not to spend time.
To use it calmly — but with intention — for becoming the person I want to be.