Julie*

“A meeting with nature means to me sometimes more than meeting with a person. It wakes up feelings, memories. Its arrows shoot deep, always on target”
― Jonas Mekas, I Had Nowhere to Go

“Cum să fac să nu o iau în brațe
când o văd trecând prin univers?

îmi fac o listă:
de pus mereu în buzunar un trotuar de rezervă, când o văd
că se apropie de mine scot trotuarul și trec pe partea cealaltă

mă prefac neatent, întorc capul spre zid mă zidesc în el
trec prin zid

sau:
mă întorc brusc și o iau la fugă înapoi, toată lumea va înțelege,
(am uitat ceva esențial, undeva, cu zece douăzeci treizeci
de ani în urmă, fug înapoi spre copilărie)

sau, și mai bine, când o văd că se apropie de mine
îmi ridic brațele, le transform în aripi, descopăr brusc
că sunt capabil să zbor, la revedere, Domnișoară
nu mai sunt obligat să mor dacă nu vă iau în brațe

sau, și mai bine, nu mă mai nasc, nu mai scriu nimic
nici măcar acest poem nu mai există

nu, nu pot să-i fac asta, ea trăiește cu un poem pe zi
mai bine mă prefac în poem
se va parfuma cu mine, se va lipi de mine la micul dejun
mă va citi poate de mai multe ori…”
― Matei Vişniec, Negustorul de începuturi de roman

“Harvard psychologist Daniel Gilbert talks about this phenomenon in his 2006 book, Stumbling on Happiness. “The greatest achievement of the human brain is its ability to imagine objects and episodes that do not exist in the realm of the real,” he writes. “The frontal lobe—the last part of the human brain to evolve, the slowest to mature, and the first to deteriorate in old age—is a time machine that allows each of us to vacate the present and experience the future before it happens.” This time travel into the future—otherwise known as anticipation—accounts for a big chunk of the happiness gleaned from any event. As you look forward to something good that is about to happen, you experience some of the same joy you would in the moment. The major difference is that the joy can last much longer. Consider that ritual of opening presents on Christmas morning. The reality of it seldom takes more than an hour, but the anticipation of seeing the presents under the tree can stretch out the joy for weeks. One study by several Dutch researchers, published in the journal Applied Research in Quality of Life in 2010, found that vacationers were happier than people who didn’t take holiday trips. That finding is hardly surprising. What is surprising is the timing of the happiness boost. It didn’t come after the vacations, with tourists bathing in their post-trip glow. It didn’t even come through that strongly during the trips, as the joy of travel mingled with the stress of travel: jet lag, stomach woes, and train conductors giving garbled instructions over the loudspeaker. The happiness boost came before the trips, stretching out for as much as two months beforehand as the holiday goers imagined their excursions. A vision of little umbrella-sporting drinks can create the happiness rush of a mini vacation even in the midst of a rainy commute. On some level, people instinctively know this. In one study that Gilbert writes about, people were told they’d won a free dinner at a fancy French restaurant. When asked when they’d like to schedule the dinner, most people didn’t want to head over right then. They wanted to wait, on average, over a week—to savor the anticipation of their fine fare and to optimize their pleasure. The experiencing self seldom encounters pure bliss, but the anticipating self never has to go to the bathroom in the middle of a favorite band’s concert and is never cold from too much air conditioning in that theater showing the sequel to a favorite flick. Planning a few anchor events for a weekend guarantees you pleasure because—even if all goes wrong in the moment—you still will have derived some pleasure from the anticipation. I love spontaneity and embrace it when it happens, but I cannot bank my pleasure solely on it. If you wait until Saturday morning to make your plans for the weekend, you will spend a chunk of your Saturday working on such plans, rather than anticipating your fun. Hitting the weekend without a plan means you may not get to do what you want. You’ll use up energy in negotiations with other family members. You’ll start late and the museum will close when you’ve only been there an hour. Your favorite restaurant will be booked up—and even if, miraculously, you score a table, think of how much more you would have enjoyed the last few days knowing that you’d be eating those seared scallops on Saturday night!”
― Laura Vanderkam, What the Most Successful People Do on the Weekend: A Short Guide to Making the Most of Your Days Off

“We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as ideal as we are corrupt.”
― Alain de Botton, Essays In Love