As she told me about the teas she grew, about her homemade jams and boysenberry wines, about the shiitakes she'd planted on a pile of logs, about the rainwater she harvested, I thought of something from Nietzsche: "How little suffices for happiness!...the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a wisk, an eye glance -- the least thing makes up the best happiness." All of these tiny things -- a bee, a creek, a tea bush -- were causing me to loosen up, relax, and feel joy rush through me, the asphalt inside me beginning to crack.
It was time for me to go. But I wanted to absorb more. "Where do you grab the dragon's tail?" I asked, feeling the Bolivian rainforest burning, the climate dangerously warming.
She looked at me and said: "I think you should grab it where the suffering grabs you the most."
As I drove away, the sun was setting. I only made it fifty yards before slamming on the brakes. I looked over my shoulder.
It was time for me to go. But I wanted to absorb more. "Where do you grab the dragon's tail?" I asked, feeling the Bolivian rainforest burning, the climate dangerously warming.
She looked at me and said: "I think you should grab it where the suffering grabs you the most."
As I drove away, the sun was setting. I only made it fifty yards before slamming on the brakes. I looked over my shoulder.
He writes so good! ademas, te lleva a reflexionar no se si de buena manera pero definitivamente reconsideras tus decisiones de mayor trascendencia en tu vida
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