The mexican urge to say «Orita vemos qué pedo» cuando, ante un hecho o acción determinada, no tenemos ni puta idea de cómo proceder, pero damos la impresión de no rendirnos y dejar que sea el azar quien determine el resultado.
Hay dos tipos de viajero: los que organizan el mínimo detalle en excel y Odiseo: que deja su destino a los dioses y, por ende, le ocurren todo tipo de peripecias.
Yo soy del segundo tipo.
This paragraph by Haruki Murakami hits hard:
“Once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.