The Juggler

When dreams come true the truth is not always what we dreamt. In fact it seldom is.

If we dream too much or far, the dream always catches us by surprise when we least expect it, revealing our worst defects, and the water pounds against the stone so hard, that it hurts. 

Nobody wants to get rid of that old dream, to be modest, to recognize it isn't necessary. Tell me, who wants this?

Who doesn't want to be the prince enchanted, the lucky bloke who wins the lottery, the happy mom with a perfect son, or someone special themselves, who drives a Maseratti and is always in company of beautiful people... what if you have to look into the mirror and see you ate too much at Christmas, and drank too much the whole year round, and now you've got a huge stomach and are boring, and getting old? Ouch...

Life demands from us that we drive our army against ourselves once in a while.

It is essential to balance things. Modesty is essential. Alike humor.

So we're lucky if we dream little - cause mystery always brings us abundance, which guarantees gratitude.

And that's what happened to Paul, and he really deserved it. He's a real juggler.

Morning Glory sailed all over the Tirrenium Sea. I even had the courage - or the madness - to sail it alone with an inexperient crew, no nautical chart at all, to Liguria. It was Paul's ultimate jealousy test - for the boat and for myself. He obviously failed. That is, I failed.

But I was sincere indeed - this kind of courage is my nature. And although the crew was a young and desirable Italian, all I wanted was to fall into his arms. That was all.