I went to the opera..

yesterday. I was late. The play was about love and death.

The differences between mortal men and the gods.«L’ Orfeo» before our eyes

His love for the nymph Eurydice was unparalleled.

I am mortal. Charmed by the musical spectacle. Feeling the tragedy unfold..

I was consumed by my own worries. But I managed to go to the underworld

for love..

We are given the gift of life. We are imperfect. Yet we have invented music

and tragedies.. I felt the hero’s agony. I witnessed the hero’s journey..

considering my own.. Where do we go from here? Towards love?

Or the stars? Orpheus failed on a simple task. He didn’t trust the divine word.

So he lost his most precious love.

Feeling desperate, the sorrow taking over every molecule of his existence.

That made his Father Apollo intervene..

You always have to accept your fate… He said. I am lifting you to heavens.

Apollo said another thing as well.. He said..

The only one worthy of eternal glory is he who learns to conquer himself..

I might as well try to do the same.. Amor fati..