Reframing

I was in La Mancha, where these windmills stand, the kind that instantly make you think of Don Quixote.

He’s really about a person who lives in his own version of reality. One where there is nobility, meaning, and adventure. To everyone else, it looks strange. Sometimes even foolish. And not everything he did was harmless.

But as long as he lives in that world he’s alive and has energy.

And I keep thinking that not all “distortions” of reality are bad. If it doesn’t harm anyone, but gives you strength, meaning, and a reason to move forward, maybe it’s not a mistake at all.

Because in a way, we all live in our own version of reality. Some of us are just lucky to be a bit closer to the real one 😅

One of my favorite things in life, passed down from my mom: “everything happens for the best.” There’s no real proof of that. But somehow, it makes life feel lighter.