I distrust those who give up their vices as they grow older, just as I distrust those who do not sleep (wake time they always use to do evil) or those who eat nothing, a pathological loss of appetite that I excuse only the only case of the Tuscan journalist Indro Montanelli, admirable in everything he wrote, though he only stirred the venerable dishes of his country with a fork. Vices should be found and not given up, just when one gets older is a great time for vices. When you are young, you should live a healthy life, and not in decadence, if it does not matter what we have left in the monastery and all the hardships of what is pleasant will not save you even half a minute of time. time that suits you. Hardships, if they are not imperative matters of life or death, are usually nothing more than vanity. Vito Corleone in “The Godfather,” already old and retired, said, “I’m drinking more and more wine.” That’s what it consists of. What a mania people have for doing everything backwards in life. Vice and sin are necessarily matters of experience, to be rightly committed. The young man, who is deep down in all cases a pure being with guaranteed naivety, never knows how to deal with vices. If he somehow starts drinking he ends up making a big bottle, if he starts smoking he does it to imitate unions, if he starts to believe in politics he believes everything, to the extreme, and when he starts to commit adultery, he ends up in the gym. Everything is too mean, let’s say idealistic. The vice is long-held patience, like inspiration, like that dirty look given to those of us who no longer find a practical use for it. Bad habits must be formed when life takes away the supposedly good ones. Any man who tells me that he started smoking, not at fourteen, but at sixty, like my friend the painter Severo Almansa, has won me over. It’s not good for your health, but it indicates a lot of good things on your mind. Too bad he’s only used Coca-Cola all his life. I’m still not giving up on introducing it to malt whiskey, the only sustainable and responsible drink for the fall of life (all my friends with heart attacks, for example, now live only for their doctor-prescribed evening whiskey, and the rest of their time consists of waiting). Sadly, I only hear cases of people going crazy in their youth and stuff when they weren’t able to appreciate what they were doing, and instead that they could appreciate it – then a life full of deep and of course unhealed wounds – give up grease, tobacco, alcohol, late nights, pretend they can win, and only allow themselves to join a gym and say funny things to teenage waitresses, which should be a crime are, but only for the terrible ridicule. An old man without vices is someone who, to be nice, shows up one day with pink pants and orange hair, à la Ramón Tamames.
Source: La Verdad
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