I've been thinking a lot about time, about how I intend to age, about what I want for myself in the next 10, 20 years. I often hear people complain that they don't have time for anything, that they can't organize themselves 24 hours a day. The problem is that we defy time and expect too much from it.
It's useless to fight the hours, minutes and seconds. The way is to enjoy them intensely, with simplicity and patience. Yesterday I took my first yoga class and I really enjoyed the experience. Unlike the oppressive environment of gyms, this practice respects your limits and helps you become fully aware of your body.
And, look, if there's one thing that time, relentlessly, has made me realize, it's that the body accumulates all tensions and stores them like the brain stores any data. But having this realization is empowering – I can't just blame time for neglecting my own body over all these years.
I end this post with a quote from one of my favorite writers, Caio Fernando Abreu, from Rio Grande do Sul, who says about time:
"I believe. I believe in time. Time is our friend, our ally, not the enemy that brings wrinkles and death. Time shows what was really worth it, time teaches us to wait, time erases the ephemeral and eliminates doubt."
