Scripta volant.

I’ve never been so deeply reflective as I’ve been lately this last weeks. Somehow, think with today a cycle is over. A very short one indeed, where I’ve experienced this idea of putting on paper confused lesson learned from everyday life. I’ve done it to the extent that now I am not sure it’s useful. There’s a whole world of people outside pretty sure it’s all about productivity and concrete thinking, with no space for reflection.

This frustration catched on me while listening to this group of social workers I was invited to talk to on Friday. They basically talk (a lot) and sometimes (seldom) do things. Don’t get me wrong; they do “do” things, but they mainly do them talking about doing them.

I know it may sound weird but in this field more than in others the idea of talking assumes hefty heights not comparable with — say — agriculture. And it’s not only a matter of complexity, no. It’s about an habit: I talk therefore I am.

How do you want to be remembered? What would you like to be written on your tombstone? Time to talk is over, let’s go back to real world.