Every day we may be a bit richer, a bit more knowledgeable, a bit more expanded, but every day we are one day older. Every moment, with one hand we take and with one hand we give. We give whether we take or not. And so, our concern must be with what we take, and how, and how we pass that to others to enjoy and benefit along with us. The hand with which we give, we only give our life into nothingness.
Many times I say next time I will do this; when I return, I will do that; I will modify my behavior and my choices, in such and such way. This is when I think I have a lot of time in my giving hand. But then, later on, I think that I may not have so much left to give and then I will no longer be able to take. So rather than planning for the future, the time is only now. If we were to think so from the very beginning, we would accomplish much more.
This trip to Spain covered a bit and left so many things untouched, unexplored potential. I would love to repeat: Barcelona, Menorca, Madrid. It seemed to me that the spectacular was at every single turn. That geometrical forms were lovelier in Spain than elsewhere, that the sun was brighter, that experiences did not need labels, nor could they fit in any labels, because they were on a scale of detail and unicity that labels could not encompass. Nor words or signs or conventions. It all seemed beyond that. And I knew that leaving the opportunity to experience anything for later would have been deceiving myself. Even if I was imperfect in my preparation for that moment, as I always am, the moment had to be experienced then, because just as I was taking in with one hand, I was giving away with the other.
In the realm of stereotypes and biases, Spain was for me, until then, an unknown gem. If I knew Paris for its architecture, Madrid took me by surprise, if I knew Italy for its handsome men and its fashion, Spain exceeded my expectations, if I knew the Unites States for its feminism, Spain surpassed that too, in my eyes. The Spanish do not brag about architecture, or men, or fashion or feminism, or at least not enough to have gotten to my ears in the same forte chord as the others. They just live it. Therefore, a secret. In our society, for a secret to be revealed, you need to put it into words. And to put anything into words means to downgrade an experience from an infinite to a limited spectrum, such as to fit it within the pages of some sort of dictionary or a social media post. And so to dilute. No words is better than words.