Book IV · My Home Is the Road · Chapter 98 of 127

Never thought I'd be this happy to see fruit on a store shelf

April 27, 2022 Мексика ~2 min read
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Essay Spring · Morning April 27, 2022

I never would have thought I'd be this happy to see fruit on a store shelf. )) There are plenty of shops here, but 99% of them I can only look at. I feel like I'm in Mexican exile. Everything is here, but not for me. It's like watching a movie on TV — you can examine every prop and even hit pause, but you can't practically touch or feel anything, eat or drink.

Even my gym, where I loved to train, is now closed to me. They surprisingly have a terminal that accepts NFC payments, but apparently the problem is with my card — for some reason the payment doesn't go through. But I did manage one workout, and I was very happy to see my trainers again, especially Vic.

And today was a particularly happy day — walking into the store, I saw on the usually empty shelf, as if waiting for my arrival, one and a half bunches of bananas — 7 or 8, avocados, and two yellow mangoes. I bought it all. And as of this moment, only two bananas remain from what I bought, which I'll probably save for tomorrow.

A wonderful fruit day. Maybe I should start visiting the store in the afternoon, not in the evening like I usually do...

But then again... Maybe it's time to pay attention to something else? After all, not everything in this world can be bought, especially not in a store.

My main value is freedom. I am now where just a year ago I only dreamed of being. I can breathe Mexican air, enjoy the local sun. And even the sea, though it's far and I'll have to walk, still. An hour there, an hour back — was that ever a problem for me? Besides, you never know where and what adventures await you, and that makes life itself more interesting.

Right now, I truly feel good. I've learned not just to survive, being in a certain sense on a knife's edge, but also to remain in a good, comfortable, fulfilled state of mind.

I've been ready for many things more than once and have accepted various situations — being left without food, without shelter — but somehow I've always been lucky. All this time, it was as if some inexplicable force was pulling me through, I noticed it and I still do.

I've also learned to appreciate moments and not stretch myself into the future. In the next minute, I'm sure many wonderful moments will happen — what could be better than that?

And, if you look deeper, there is only one moment — the one that is now. There will be no other moment, and there never was. And we will be neither better nor worse than we are right now. What is, is, and we are who we are. And that is priceless.

Cherish the fruit, my friends,
And the moments — they are priceless.

Arthur O'Harra.

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