#1374 - 1974

Photo from the Ruta40 in Argentina. That was the first sign we met when we started our road trip. My friend Andy and I are both born in 1974, and we were there to celebrate our 40th birthday.

This is the apple number 1974

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. I didn't know what I would write when I opened the laptop, but I had a few thoughts about the fear of not being good enough at something. And there was also this thought about simplicity and the peace I experienced during my pilgrimages when life was so simple.

But then I saw the number.

I was born in 1974.

Almost fifty years ago.

According to a study I read a while back, 50% of Italians say life is worse today than 50 years ago.

I don't know if it's true, but I know a lot has changed.

I wonder if, in the past, I mean a few generations back, they experience the same speed of evolution.

Because things are going so fast that sometimes, I have to make an effort to keep up. And I wonder if it's because I'm getting older and slower or because my priorities have changed. Being ahead in anything is not as appealing as it used to be. Not leaving anyone behind is what really matters to me.

Maybe that's why I love to walk at the back.

1. It is not. I made a mistake in the counting of the apples and went straight from 1372 to 1973. Funny, isn’t it? Anyway, I decided to leave it as it is and add this note.