Big problems are becoming more and more so when you encounter a small problem you have to enjoy it, the less the less. For example, I don’t see any harm in drowning someone in a glass of water the other day. Of course, we all dream of a wonderful mix of life, adventure, pleasure and intelligence, and free from bad news that could make it ugly. But we soon discover that it’s an unreasonable request, and instead of giving ourselves a great life all the time, I’ll call you every once in a while for a good day or a good night, even a ten minutes, before anything breaks, or before I get to school or poop.
I say this because I have ants in the house, and at first I was prepared to believe that any major conflict would start like this: first an ant, or a fly, or an elephant, then something bigger, and a day’s fine, a funeral in the family, a war. He had seen a few creepy movies about ants killing dozens of ants, but they were just those movies. A few days ago, I noticed someone walking along the arm of the sofa. I don’t like to kill anyone, so I catapulted him with my fingers and overlooked him with a sharp but non-lethal rumble.
I shouldn’t have spared his life because he went looking for his friends. Who knows what got into their heads. Twenty-four hours later, the attack took place. Perfect rows of ants were running across the ground in a very disciplined way. The insects themselves did not drive me crazy as much as their placement, harmony. What sons of bitches. I searched for an abrasive product under the sink. I just found a furniture polish. I didn’t kill them, but at least they broke ranks. I was well right away. Honestly, I think they will be back. By the way, I am enjoying this horror.
In the eighties, Julio Cortázar and Carol Dunlop also collided with their own ants. It happened during a vacation in his Volkswagen Combi named Fafner, along the highway between Paris and Marseille. The couple had planned to embark on a dangerous adventure, stopping at each of the 65 stops along the way. came out of this autonauts of the universeA book in which the Argentine author says that everything happened “without malicious ambushes, loyal traps, inappropriate introductions of leopards, snakes or many other disasters”. There are the most ants, he admits. While the problem is that “like Nazis and rock and roll fans, ants never come alone but in overwhelming crowds,” “I don’t appreciate anyone more than an ant, a paradigmatically troublesome insect.”
Living requires a certain lightness, calmness, and sadness that often brings you back to earth. Monterroso has already suggested this: “Although success is always avoidable, try to have a good failure from time to time so that your friends will be upset”. Do not think that tomorrow will be a better day. You have a limited number of days: Don’t underestimate the bad, waiting for the truly good to come. Moreover, love them.