So many good things have happened this year of my life that I’ve started wondering.
I wonder how the things that happen turn out to shape a life. In my case, COVID had an extremely big impact on my life, so much that I sometimes wonder what beautiful things could have happened if not for it. You probably have your own things that make you wonder!
Yesterday I was laying in bed thinking about this, and a simple came into my mind: Fragile. I said, life is fragile! But I did not mean it in the physical sense.
I meant it in the “just an inch and it falls off the table”, “just another drop and it spills everywhere” sense. But also the “just pull it some more and it starts”, “just one more step and you’re there”.
My highschool’s italian professor, which also taugh us latin, often reminded us of her favourite saying: Homo Faber Fortunae Suae. A human is the maker of their own luck. This saying has always stuck with me. It’s simple. Motivating. Promotes agency and whatever.
Fortuna (luck) in this case is what’s called a vox media, a word that is neutral and, depending on context, can carry either the positive or negative meaning (vox means voice, and medium is middle)
I think Fragile can be a word in the middle too. The good things in life always seem fragile. But the bad things are fragile too, aren’t they?