There are certain foods that kids do not like. The food that I could not swallow a child, was eggplant. The color, texture and taste not only repugnant to me I will not touch, but I left all those who ate.
I can not remember the exact moment of sudden and permanent shift that made the eggplant my favorite food. I do not know if this transformation occurred through natural progression or a single act and accurate. All I know is that there is enough in a dish of eggplant, with mozzarella, chicken, pizza or pasta, so I eat until they can not stop.
And this history of eggplant makes me think that there are things in life that we must learn, over time, years, to appreciate. And failing to make the necessary effort, these things often come to us for themselves, without any invitation, with age and maturity.
Because eggplant, child, was not my only enemy. There was also trouble. I remember that I often repeated this sentence at the risk of annoying my mother running out of ideas: "I'm bored."
And now in my room on a Monday morning very different as idle, in a silence that normally would have seemed heavy and difficult, I realize that with age (even if the maturity is not yet), as the history of eggplant, I begin to enjoy the pleasure of doing nothing .... ©
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