My specialists insisted I would get proper rest before the surgery, which is like me asking MacKaye to stop chasing deers on the mountain or Leonard to control his need to dominate any type of moving vehicles. Impossible. Well, almost impossible. My specialist said: “You coming that early after your tour might have saved your life”, to what I responded: “Great, because I’m super busy with my upcoming projects and I don’t have the time to die at this point.” You can laugh, we both did. But the specialist had sound arguments: “I know just how busy you are, Alex, but trust me, you don’t want to collapse on stage or in a street of Tangier. Your fans like you alive but they will have to be patient, just as you are.” Even if I kinda survived almost-3-hour sets night after night during the European heat waves, maybe it wasn’t my time, so I shouldn’t take that state of survival instinct too much into account after all. I’m a recklessly passionate type of person, but I’m not crazy either. Well, not THAT crazy, should I say. So resting it is. If you have any pointers on how it works, feel free to write me back, I have absolutely no resting knowledge nor any conceptual reference for a thing such as resting. Even reading books comes with a strategy to manage my time in order to read as much as possible while doing more of everything else. Not truly aligned with the notion of rest, right!?

Furthermore, when I told some of my most intimate friends about that whole situation, the resting part of my health condition wasn’t really what freaked them out, but once the reality of the shocking news settled down, I could share about my future perspectives and how I feel about it, what were my dearest upcoming projects, what was my priority list, and all, and all. Facts, more than the elusive fabric of the truth, can be as brutal as they can be a blessing in disguise, more so if you are willing or cooperative to accept the nature of your condition. It has the ability to be quite eye opening if you can stand the sole idea of being thunderstruck by whatever you might see and the subsequent consequences those facts will put into light afterward. And as blind as we like to remain sometimes, life is and will keep on being life, no matter what you want to make out of your situation and the level of acceptance you are inclined to have. As fatalist, or cynical, as I could presently sound, the train is coming even when we want to deny its closing view, its raging noises and the ground trembling under your feet… So let’s find out where this train is headed instead. That’s not only more realistic, but it’s also quite optimistic and hopeful than to try and manage what you can’t control and can’t clearly define. Welcome aboard!!!