4 hours without electric service on the fourth day of seven in a week. This means that last Monday, there was another power outage where I live, and yesterday, Thursday, it happened again. This means that in 4 whole days, I have had the misfortune of not enjoying the service that I pay month after month, in 8 hours... This post is not about the inconvenience of living in a country where these things happen, but about the things that happen while other negatives do their thing.
That's how a friend, who is also my neighbor and I, decided to spend the bad time between the things we loved when we were younger. And yes, I mean pleasantly enjoying life, those pleasures that both he and I love. Good music, for one thing, and beers to cool us off from an autumn wind chill of over 30 degrees and 92 percent humidity, at night! Yes, I'm not lying to you. These are the characteristics that I describe to you and that were there until a few hours before I uploaded this post.
What makes life so repetitive and monotonous? In part, the same problems. I give myself as an example. I am a mother, I wake up each and every day at 6 am. I repeat with symmetry and accuracy the same routine/habit for years; I divide myself between taking care, loving and educating my little daughter and also feeling and doing what I like; like being with my partner and even having some time to do these little things as well. Disconnecting, enjoying an ice cold beer and listening to Arctic Monkeys at full volume.
In past posts, I told the story of him, the protagonist of the photographs. Still, from time to time, as long as my routines and my energies allow me, I talk to him and try to help him to overcome the breakup and the sadness that is now the north of his life. However, I think we both needed to go back to our rebelliousness. Where rock and roll and happy memories full of beers, guitars and acoustic covers of our favorite bands reigned in our lives.
Will the problems disappear by isolating ourselves a little from so much anguish and stress? No, that would be very irresponsible. But neither can we afford to get into the dynamic of sacrificing our own pleasure to the detriment that no one knows how to properly define. Maybe there are people who will (or will not) agree with me, but I'm beholden to my nature of honest storytelling, and this one will be no exception. Besides, I will always defend the pursuit of pleasure as the only lifeline to our pure existentialism.
I can't tell you for sure at what point we left all that behind. I assume, as I said above, that as responsibilities increase, so does entropy. That characteristic of life itself of adding some chaos to situations that inexorably takes us away from what gives us pleasure, happiness and true joy. That is why I say, is it really worth living life without giving way to pleasure? From my point of view, no. Such a sacrifice kills the soul, and takes away that joy of wanting to live another day.
I just want you to feel good about an honest, simple and human story. If this has been the almost, leave me your comment. I would love to read it.
The pictures in this post, have been taken by me.