Friday, out of bed at 05:30 a.m. the night before, I went to bed at almost 23:00 p.m., because I had several things to take care of before I could sleep; total hours to sleep? Less than 7... Result? My mind has collapsed. I got my daughter ready, made her breakfast and made an extra snack for her to eat mid-morning, got dressed, gave her a kiss on the forehead after dropping her off at school, and started my routine, unfun and extremely boring commute to work.
About an hour and a half commute, both there and back. This time, the spring morning in March showed me a beautiful sunrise. The uninteresting streets of my neighbourhood looked unusually beautiful. It was the light of a Friday morning, and the first rays of sunshine were beginning to peek through, to overcome the gloom of the early morning. A show that lasts only a few minutes and that this time I decided to observe in detail. There I was, at the bus stop, admiring how a new day was being born, while I thought about what I would do when the sun went down and I headed to the Bar.
Is there a need to go out and drink beers? I think so, and at the same time, what not. I don't dream of drinking too much alcohol, but you can't argue with nightlife. The night definitely looks different, it feels different the moment you're in a karaoke bar, admiring people losing their stiffness and starting to get rid of the tension accumulated in their shoulders? Smiles, relief, rosy cheeks from the make-up but also from the effect of alcohol on the body... Sometimes we need a bit of diversity, of hedonistic pleasure. To give some sense to existence and to please our soul.
I have no certainties but by no means any doubts either... At 22:00 p.m. on Friday, I didn't feel the tiredness, boredom and apathy that accompanied me when I woke up that same day but a few hours earlier. This is by no means an ode to alcohol but it is an acknowledgement of beer and how I use it to have a good time. I needed to go out and have fun and since I didn't want to drink vibo, but beer, that's what I did. So I felt spectacular doing it. And although anxieties and problems are not solved by going out and drinking Pilseners, it is no less true that what sometimes makes us better is to disconnect a little and try to be basically happier. A few beers help in that process. I can vouch for that.
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