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Today is the first day of summer. And every year, I tell myself the same thing: this is going to be my best summer ever! And every summer is a bit better than the previous one.
So, at what point is it going to stop being “the best summer” I wonder? Well, the thing is, as I get older, I also get wiser. Getting wiser means I learn new ways of appreciating life, through the little things that compose every day. So, every summer is going to be my best summer ever, as long as I make it that.
Each year, I try new things, I see my friends, I eat a lot, sleep a lot, I appreciate life. And as the years go by, I know that I have more to come, so many wonderful things to come. That’s the beauty of it all. The uncertain certainty of life: you can’t be 100% sure of what is coming, but you know it’s going to be good, because you will make it good.
Every summer, I dream big: flying across continents, trying new foods, creating something from scratch (a blog for example), writing, reading, going to concerts, maybe even make some music myself. And I love that my dreams are so big, but that never stopped me from dreaming even bigger. Even if I didn’t do everything I wished to do. Bucket lists? Sure, why not. But use the list as a guide: if you ask someone in the street to tell you where the Eiffel Tower is, they will probably indicate it to you. You will follow the directions, and maybe you will find the Eiffel Tower. Maybe you won’t, because you got lost in the way. But while you got lost, you were still in the streets of Paris, a beautiful city, with its charming shops, and parks, and museums. So maybe you won’t find the Eiffel Tower with those directions that were so precise, maybe you will find something else. And don’t get me wrong, I am not saying getting lost is *better*… but what if it is? What if you made memories on your way of getting lost? Memories you will never forget, even when you grow old and gray.
Paris is always going to be there; the Eiffel tower is always going to be there. But you stumbling on a cute shop, because you got lost, laughing with your friends, buying a bouquet of pretty flowers, these are the memories that made your summer great. Not the Eiffel Tower itself.
The secret of a beautiful summer is not to plan everything to be perfect, but to be flexible, and leave enough room between your perfect things, so they can become even more perfect.
Happy summer, dear readers, I wish you the best summer…ever!