Choice Vs. Chance
In an environment where everyone was playing the role of judge and jury, the only way to survive was to assert some kind of independence. But how would I do that? If I was being honest with myself, my day was off to an unfortunately typical Alfio Scuderi start. But shouldn’t the universe at some point find a new ass to wedgie? I was writing down all these philosphical sentences just to avoid the fact that I was bored. Literally. It was 19:02, four check-in left and I was covering Clara up: she was on the phone speaking to a friend but I just knew she went to the toilet. So rebel.
When the sky was dark already, my willing to write was so bad that I could manage to make an entire book all in a night. I just needed some good music to listen to but the only thing I could hear were the people drinking at the restaurant. But I did want to write. My head made the choice to start things with my hotel. But my heart…
…my heart was still waiting for the chance that my head might… reconsider.
Did I screw up my destiny? Or was my fate supposed to stink? What made me wonder if I was still missing the opportunity I had been looking for? And then I stopped thinking. And I let myself live in the moment. Everything was easier. Everything was as it was meant to be. I was coming back home to enjoy my holidays with my girlfriend for a week on 15th january and I was ready to give this year the happiest welcome.
I wanted to win and I was sure I would.