Mantra

The title of this post is dedicated to a woman with whom I shared an experience in a Bla Bla Car. A few weeks ago, I went down to Madrid to see my friends from the university and to commit other lesser evils. I had reserved a place in a car whose driver was going to make the same trip as me. For those who do not know or have not dared, Bla Bla Car is one of the best inventions of the modern life, which allows you to share the car of a person who is willing to make a definite trip and that guarantees you to reach your destination healthy physically but not necessarily psychically. Actually none of them.

On this occasion the platform put me in contact with a very awesome driver. She wore the necessary accessories to, at a glance, define her as someone who was born to slay: material to make rolled cigarettes, light blue jeans, a hippie belt, dishevelled blond hair, a calm voice and a jargon distinctive of a cool person. I can’t remember her name, so I will baptize her as Eva.

Just after meeting her, people with whom we were going to share the journey began to arrive. The third girl seemed quite normal although she showed signs of tiredness. The fourth... we didn't meet her until 20 minutes later to the expected time. She sat in the passenger seat next to Eva and during the 4 hours that lasted the trip (including the coffee break) she talked about astral trips, vibrations that she was able to perceive and other sensations that reminded me of the Aztec culture and the Spanish program Fourth Millennium. Eva looked freaked out but at the same time she kept asking to the queen of the Aztec culture, also baptized by me as the Queen Xochiquetzal, questions to understand where all these ideas came from. Of the approximate 240 minutes she kept speaking during the trip to Madrid, Xochiquetzal (the exhausting co-pilot), started talking about happiness and how to embrace both good and bad things that happen to us in life, because, according to her, everything goes through something (quite a topic).

For me, it was the trip to Madrid that allowed my life to take a turn towards something promising. I guess that until we get what we really want, any decision is terrifying but the risk must be our mantra, something like a spiritual path to follow. There will be moments of uncertainty, panic, loneliness, sadness... but there will also be those that give you the feeling that you conquer the world, that you are presented with the opportunity of your life, of happiness, friends and the feeling of personal growth. And all, absolutely all those emotions change us, towards something better, towards something we want to become.

That is why we should risk much more. Not only in opportunities that come and go but also in smaller things that life offers us: fashion, food, other types of loving relationships... Dare to be more. As Mika says in the Grace Kelly song,

"I tried to be like Grace Kelly

But all her looks were too sad

So I tried a little Freddie

I've gone identity mad! "