Faced with the promises of a future that never takes shape, I lean toward the prospects that begin today, toward the dreams that materialize on this day. I already had my eyes focused on tomorrow, breathed in mouthfuls of possibilities and believed the illusion of what would come. At this point, I’m betting only on the viable.
I got out of bed reversing one of those chimerical slogans–the kind we hear so much on TV–in order to make it more real. A possible world is better, I said to myself, and began to feel that we are going to achieve it. That the planet, my island and my city will find realizable solutions, not another barrage of utopias.