The antidote to certainty.

We don’t know what tomorrow holds — that is the absolute truth. Yet for some reason, we are tormented by it. Day in and day out, we find ourselves grasping at a future we desperately want to control but never can.

• Who fools us every time?
• What are we running to?
• Who’s orchestrating this dance?

— It’s meant to be. #recognize

In that turmoil, I found myself in the pages of a book I had longed to read.

Its first page was signed by my dear friend and its author Dino Carella, with this inscription to boot: “The wind has brought us together in Terni and who knows where it’s going to take us next. Wherever it’s going to be we are the wind and we will always be.”

Those words made me feel at home. I knew I was in the right place.

Dino’s storytelling is so visceral and effortlessly flowing that it robs you of your will to stop. Instead, it carries you through each word like riding a joy ride you don’t want to end.

And I sure didn’t want this ride to end. Yet not thirty pages in, two words froze me in my tracks: “Diseases of consciousness.”

They perfectly captured what had been plaguing me these past two weeks — a peculiar affliction of the mind.

I had been suffering from my own disease of consciousness, one that had me living under its mercy in the illusion of what we call “Time.”

— Evidence-Based. #understand

The very thought terrifies us. So armed with data, patterns, and predictions, we wage war against the unknown. We build fortresses of carefully plotted maps and five-year plans, thinking we can outsmart uncertainty. But what if these very defenses are our prison?

We dissect moments into measurable units, turn memories into prophecies, and slice existence into past and future, leaving the present to bleed out between them.

Every certainty crumbles under its own weight. Every prediction becomes another scar on the face of now. Yesterday’s pain becomes tomorrow’s armor. Today’s joy becomes tomorrow’s expectation.

We’ve turned time into our accomplice, using it to maintain the illusion of control.

Our obsession continues overlooking the most obvious culprit of all.

— The little fucker. #accept

Yet that’s a ruse. You cannot break the illusion by playing its game. You cannot break the cycle without seeing beyond its limitations. It’s impossible.

And that’s precisely how.

To break the cycle, to overcome the illusion of time holding you hostage with uncertainty: Have faith in the impossible.

You will witness the glimmer and comfort in the eyes of an eternal present vulnerable, doubtful yet deeply joyful without a reason, a purpose, or a past/future lurking over your shoulders. That is what I found and in it, I rest my case.

Until next time,
Carlo