Most people see the world only in the physical, but it requires supernatural faith and real presence for wonderful things to happen.

The days that make us feel alive are like waves or rollercoasters. Like fireworks or kisses. We’re the lucky ones who get to feel the joy someone must’ve felt when someone was creating the beauty our eyes, now, can’t get enough of. Now, wow, now, wow.

Every day is the day.

Aldous Huxley’s The Island happens to be in my hands, at the time this mental note is being taken. Whereas the book is about this ideal, secret place, on Earth, called Pala, the book could, also, be about the place each of us has, on Earth, about the life each of us is creating, on Earth.

Or about the head each of us has on our shoulders. It’s this secret place we’re in, most of the time, does it feel ideal to you? Your ideal. It doesn’t mean perfect. It might mean perfect, though. Your perfect. The best that you can do. You might want to roll your eyes, but your eyes don’t want to. They know. They can see the beauty of it all and they don’t want you to think that ideal is utopian, they want you to live your ideal. It only depends on you for you to see things as they are. Beautiful.

To continuously take pictures with your eyes, and pictures take you to the memories, the laughter, the heart.

When I was a child and went on summer family holidays, my dad, brother and I would go straight into the big, splashing waves. My mom would stay on the beach and watch us, before coming in herself. The laughter we used to have, in the foamy waters, was so genuine that I can, still, hear it, in my mind. Aloud. Cheerful. Loving. Fun. I was the little one, so, obviously, I was the one launched into the waves. The adrenaline! I would come back into theirs arms and hold on tight. Just like a little, funny monkey would. Until I jumped and dived deep again. On and on again. Then, they would jump, with me attached to them, over the waves or underneath them. When I fell off them, I could barely touch the sand or couldn’t, at all, but I felt so safe.

Maybe that’s why my today’s love for waves. Days. Surfboard. And fun. Love.

At other times, also in the water, we all love water, they would talk and I would watch them, listen to their conversations, while holding their hands. Without interrupting themselves, they would lift me up, above the wave. I loved it. I was having so much fun. With them and on my own. On my own and with the waves. Knowing that my dad and brother were around made me feel fearless.

As we grow up, we start to live on our own, as grown-ups, or something, and, therefore, transform our life into one memory after another. One wave after another. Our life intertwined with the lives of the people around us. One day after another. Today is transforming into a memory. The second that passed is one, already. Today could be a mental note we could remember about, many years from now, one late summer. You could be a mesmerising note in someone’s song. Story. Life.

We live our lives as if it were forever, sometimes.

At other times, we look back and, without even realising, smile when a memory pops up. Being constantly aware of everything is key. However, occasionally, losing it, for a bit, makes us live more than when we think about it. We lose it and an idea, a moment in time, love hits us. Naturally. We just feel and don’t think. At all. It’s what being aware means, in fact.

And then, you think about it at night, with your eyes closed and your head on the pillow. And you smile.

As I was reading the book, laying on the beach and absorbing, an elderly gentleman walked by. He seemed to be rushing and, just for a fraction of a second, I thought someone rushing like that on what seems like a stranded in the whole universe beach? 

Back into the book.

A couple of seconds later, though, somewhere not so far away, the gentleman was rushing into the waves. Something made me look. Naked. I couldn’t help but smile and enjoy his joy, from a distance. It was just him, the sea, the waves, the sky.

The little things, basically.

A few minutes later, the gentleman walked back. Rushing again. Smiling. Happy.

We’ve been given the stars, the sun, the moon and the fun, all at once. Man…