Primrose Hill.

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. 

When the esistelist philosopher Albert Camus wrote this thought in his Notebook, he gave out one of the most accurate tip for living a good life, having a good day or simply doing something if you are bored. Walking is one of the most basic skills we have, we learn how to do that in our first year of life and if we are lucky enough we will carry doing that until the end. However sometimes we define walking as the simple act to do when we need to do, go, take something. Well, what if we don’t need anything? Does it mean that also your mind and body doesn’t need to?

I’m not going to write a post about how walking can make you slimmer or lose calories because that’s not my point. The point is that walking around with no place to go and for essentially no reason is one of my favorite things to do since I have moved to London.

It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter.

I spent the morning walking alone in Regent’s Park. It wasn’t an extraordinary day, the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds and it was definitely loosing. It was just a normal grey day of March in London close to the start of Spring but no enough, it could have just been an anonymous one but I’ve decided to give to it a meaning, to make it stand out from the days before.

Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude.

Step after step in the green, with music in the ear and the wind throwing my hair all over my face, I’ve climbed on the seventy-eight meters hill famously known as Primrose Hill and when I finally arrived at the top I’ve realized three things: going out is always better than laying on your bed for hours and scrolling through your Facebook feed, London is so damn beautiful and shit I need to start going to the gym because I basically didn’t have breath anymore.

Sheeeeran.

Exactly one month ago I was almost at the edge of a complete breakdown because I wasn’t able to buy Ed Sheeran’s tickets for his new tour.  The only way I make up through all this pain was thinking that I still hadn’t listened to the upcoming album; maybe I wouldn’t have liked it (LIES) so there was no reason to waste my money (MORE LIES).

Today, a month after, here I am crying while listening this blue sixteen songs masterpiece.

Ed has spent one year of silence, away from the scene and the social media, he travelled around the world with his girlfriend and I personally think that all of this was damn worthy. “Divide” has the ability of taking you from  the relaxing green Irish hills (“Nancy Mulligan”) to the lively street of a Spanish city (“Barcelona”); it makes you miss the good old days of your teenage years when everything seems easier (“Castle on The Hills”) and at the same time makes you want to get off the bed and go into a random pub to find the love of your life (“Shape of You”); it makes you cry over the love story that you’ve never had (“Happier”) and makes you feel loved even if you don’t have anyone near you at the moment (“Perfect”, “Supermarket Flowers”).

Divide does exactly what its name says: it divides you from different feelings, different places and people. It’s a magical and exiting ride on a slow roller coaster, which you wish it never ends. And when it does, the adrenaline puts you back on your seat, ready for the next round.
And that’s why I think it’s Sheeran’s best album so far. Maybe it’s just a rush opinion for my excitement for his new music or maybe not.

So, yeah if someone is selling a ticket for any of his dates at the O2 Arena I’ll gladly pay them back with a lot of smiles and gratitude.