What if we behaved like a wine – full-bodied, intense and with a strong taste? What if we were less futile and volatile and put a little bit of our heart into everything we do? What if every day we could have 40 minutes of our own? And if we could have ears and eyes attentive to everything we did, what if we could stop doing everything on automatic and see the other besides us, every day? Wouldn't it be better than waiting for the end of the year to be happy?
What if we imagined our life as a pendulum, and being alive meant keeping between happiness and sadness? When there was a peak on one side, consequently we would have a peak on the other. Wouldn't it be more correct to keep this pendulum as balanced as possible? Not too much here, not too much there?
And you, what do you prefer: wine or champagne?
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