30/01/2025
Published in
Alpha and Omega
Ricardo Piñero
Full Professor of Aesthetics, professor of the Master's Degree in Christianity and Contemporary Culture and director of the Core Curriculum Institute.
No slopes. January does not have to be something that presents itself as an unevenness, as an endless route in which everything is costly, heavy, tiring, insufferable... How we love melodrama, how we love to narrate things as if we were facing a precipice... Wishing for something to end is only reasonable if it means a certain evil for our life. We are very unfair to the first month of the year because we impute to it our disorderly acts as if they were its own, because we blame it for all our excesses, for all our excesses, for everything that we have set as inspiring goals for a new year and that, by now, because of our laziness, we have already discarded. Let's be fair: every man for himself...
We could not continue sailing without the weight of the masts, without the height of the masts, without the waves that agitate the sea. All those who make their vital voyage plans for a new year should at least take a look at the horizon and try to see what lies ahead. Since the art of divining the future is not in our toolbox, it would not hurt to consider that our predictive ability should at least attend to the knowledge of ourselves and our circumstances. Those who forget who they are and what are the principles that order their lives, immediately dare to fantasize about what will be the new year, that time that begins again.
The best way for a sailboat to sail the seas is to be attentive to set sail at the right moment. This is the spark of life: to be ready to turn any moment into an opportune moment, that is, to take advantage of every second to move forward, to grow, to enjoy. There is no greater joy than to be willing to make things work, knowing that almost nothing falls under our control.
An appetizing life is one that knows how to change defeat without losing its way. When we have that feeling that everything starts again, it is like catching our breath, like getting a boost, like feeling that everything is reborn and that, therefore, what happened must be left behind, so as not to lose even the slightest opportunity to make everything go better.
We may have masts and sails, but we are not the wind, although by gaining windward we can sail any sea.