P. texted me ‘sorry for telling you like this. she just passed away. i dont know where i am standing. i call you in the next days’.
P. is one of my best friends since i am 20. and one of her best friends, from the school times, passed away. she was 35.
you dont know what to say. more than i am here for whatever you need.
you feel stupid.
i spent my week worrying about a big presentation i had. sleeping bad. throwing up.
now, i wonder what are the moments you remember the most or what is coming to your mind when you know you have limited time.
so i did the exercise.
not a single presentation or professional projects, even if there are lots i am proud of and I have enjoyed.
what comes spontaneously to my mind it’s A. at rue Chateaudun, with ‘magnolias forever’ a night that the afterwork got out of hand.
it’s P. dancing los Chichos in vigo or singing el ‘limite del Mal’ at the piano bar.
it’s le Cyrano and riazor with B. and with some unknowns.
it’s the raclette with marihuana gummies as dessert.
it’s the roadtrip with summer boyfriend in the pacific coast and finally understanding that il est beau, mais il est con
it’s my Madrid crew at Malatesta finishing always como las grecas.
it’s the one hour hair-flips death metal concert with P. we did by mistake and we never regretted.
it’s the naps with N. in my couch and the water-shots in expresso cups.
it’s the gigs of rosalia, beyonce, tangana, rihanna, lauren hill or chic.
it’s the trips with J. and the confidence we got after a tequila shot.
what you remember the most it’s the time you invest and you share with others.
what you remember the most it’s the times you were sad but you always managed to be back. and the smiles thinking about that.
it’s the walks by the beach, mountains, or volcanos and sometimes the walks of shame as well.
what you remember the most is the times we didn’t have the courage to be honest to ourselves. and the ones where we were brave enough and we respected ourselves above anything else.
it’s the tears the laughs and the love.
this week, with this wake-up call, I have just realised that each day we have ahead us, every piece of time worth more, because we are having less.
and because we never know when we will be gone or the ones we love won’t be here anymore.
for those who are gone, we always wish you were here.
but you can’t.
so meanwhile, i promise i will make the most of the time i have.