The lenses of a camera do not know the intentions of our hearts. I found myself puzzled as I was trying to organize the photos of our Italian trip, and when it came to Florence I instinctively pulled out these shots.
This year has not been the easiest one for me, there were many challenges which unfortunately led to great defeats, there were few victories which kept and augmented the resolve of my intentions. Yet, amongst this succession of events that make the tapestry of my life, Florence stood out like a precious pebble, one finds in the road of life.
The practical side of me wanted to prepare for the business that soon would be waiting for me at home, but the romantic side of me wanted none of it.
In fact, I did not check my e-mail, I did not call my lawyer. Whenever I looked at myself in the mirror, I even smiled when my pants were fitting me a bit tighter. For once, albeit too briefly, I was truly happy.
The camera does not lie, the beauty of things is not about what is apparent, rather it is all about the way in which we feel, when we experience the reality around us. This time, even for a die-hard optimist like me, life was particularly good.
Tomorrow will come, it always does, and there will be storms, troubles, skirmishes, battles and wars. There will be negotiations, losses, disappointments, failures, dreams, opportunities, victories, and many new ideas.
But, for right now, in the few moments that I remember of my brief time in Florence I thought about none of this. I was just happy to be alive.