Ep. 115 Respect time

I have recently, or a long time ago, started to reflect on the fact that h is a really important letter. But precisely stuff that changes the meaning of things, that changes the understanding and judgment of what you hear or read, which then when you listen is silent, it makes little difference, but you can feel in the face whether someone is using the "H" or not in the right place and at the right time. There's no need for me to explain more, in more detail, because I'm talking about all those situations in which we think the verb to have should be used in the present tense which requires the "H" and all those times in which we abbreviate an or which instead doesn't require it, and all other situations of the same kind. A bit like the "e" with or without an accent, come on.

I have asked myself several times if there is a way to get a move on when you don't feel like it, I have also done more than a few episodes on the desire to do things, perhaps criticizing others but I admit that I too am not a proud representative of doing things in advance . In short, I have asked myself several times how to move before it is too late or at least before we feel it is too late.

There are stories that freak me out. Not the great magician, the magic meant as a lump in the throat. Those things that you can't digest, that create digestive dysfunctions that you would like to be able to eliminate, but since you can't, your body reacts in another way, perhaps by crying or with an upset stomach or with sensations that you can hardly explain.

For me, leading the way has always been a fundamental criterion of living the day. Maybe it's because I come from places where even 50km away you are a neighbour, not like in big cities where 500m can cause a change in time zone due to traffic and geographical positions and neighborhood identity. Where I come from, 50km is the route you could take to have an aperitif with friends or a simple place of work that wouldn't be considered off-site. Where I come from you move from one province to another a bit like going to the square in your town, in fact, it's easier to go for a tour in a nearby province rather than going to the square. Which then we say square, because the center where I come from is a relative concept and can only be associated with the capitals and in the end, in the centre, you never go there, but you always go there, just that you go to another centre.

I have recently, yes sometimes it takes me a while too, understood, or rather received an epiphany, an epiphany. Which isn't the one that all the holidays take away, that we've forgotten about it for this year and we'll talk about it again next year. I had an epiphany regarding something that I have carried with me all my life, I explained it in a hundred different ways, I even wrote about it as if it were, and I am convinced that it is, a fundamental right of the human being. I had a revelation about the dream.

When I was younger I didn't have much difficulty distinguishing left and right, I wasn't one of those who had to look at their hands to understand which side was on which side was which. And of what I was, and am, one of those who started at a disadvantage because I was damascan, I remember well the solitary neuron that got stuck in listening to those who were referring to one and only one right hand, which however for me was the dumb hand of the two and incapable of making himself useful to the system.

We've been here for a while now telling ourselves what problems we can have if we dedicate ourselves to anything but the order of what concerns ourselves. The dishes that need to be washed more than daily that generate an order of which we are natural bearers or enemies. The clothes that are periodically fundamental that precede many different phases of order and attention, which allow us to carry out reflection and analysis that mark our life, our choices and our evolutions. But it is the floors that allow us to see the overall sense of energies scattered throughout the house. The general order of things. The order acquired by the lifestyle.

Once they called me to propose that I end up behind a mixer as an engineer. I was washing clothes and I got particularly nervous because in reality I wanted to end up in front of the mixer, on stage, singing and playing like any teenager who wants to tell a little about himself and who has been lucky enough to have been sent by a piano teacher since he was 6 years old. A teacher who slapped him on the back of the head every time he went out of tune, which may have been the cause of my imbecility. But beyond the specific story, let's try to imagine any teenager who accidentally found himself holding a €19.90 guitar bought on offer, or let's extend it to those who began their rhythmic studies with the pots that Mastrota sold on TV. We also extend to those who sing in the shower using shampoo as a microphone.

Each of us undoubtedly has different needs throughout our lives and even during every single day. This often translates into trying to share one's needs and trying to understand those of others, often. Not always though Sometimes our need consists precisely in not worrying about the needs of others and sometimes in not giving weight to our own.

We have been in doubt about what respect means for too long now. Using the words Time and Respect in the same sentence is not at all a random choice, especially coming from someone who is not exactly a master of punctuality and yet I believe and recognize that there are dimensions in the concept of delay that can be separated based on the effect that produces on those who are waiting.