By amigoponc on Skatehive
Si eres de habla hispana, la versión en español es mejor para ti; debes hacer clic 👉 AQUÍ On this side of the world, dawn broke with that metallic grey that forces you to question every existential decision. There I was, in front of Paddington Station (those were the days), with a suitcase that weighed considerably more than my certainties and an unfolded map that I no longer knew how to interpret. My companions were waiting for directions, a confirmed reservation or a planned route. But the truth, naked and somewhat ridiculous, is that I haven't got a plan. Ironic Optimism In a modern world obsessed with Excel itineraries and five-year goals, admitting this void often sounds like utter failure. However, as the rain began to soak through my coat, I felt a strange and liberating lightness in my chest. Suddenly, I remembered the great Spike Milligan and his maxim for survival: ‘We haven't got a plan, so nothing can go wrong!’ It's a kind of ironic optimism —can you sense it?— almost mys