To be saved, certain things need to be left behind.
You cannot carry them all away with you, you need to forget them for a while – and it’s best if you keep everything for yourself – only for yourself – because no one will ever understand.
They’ll warn you not to be so childish, they say it’s just an ice-cream cone, they think you can buy ice-cream cones in most places in the world.
Don’t even try to tell them that it’s not true, that their crappy ice-cream is not your gelato, because gelato is a mindset.
It’s a mindset you’ve acquired since you were a toddler and used to have gelato every day or so, in every season, and it was never planned, because Gelaterias are everywhere in the town you were born, and the whipping cream is always complimentary, and you can choose as many flavours as you want, and it’s always so bloody delicious and so bloody cheap.
And I am not saying that in Rome it is always sunny, but if you don’t find yourself in the November Rain season, you’re fine. You are always fine with your gelato, riding your third-hand 50cc moped, and it’s so weird that no one around has an accent that you don’t understand as you walk down the street.
Carrying your gelato with you.
Once you’ve got this inside your heart, you must protect and save it wherever in the world you move to.
How will you? You simply give up your gelato when you’re abroad.
You let it go.
And you go for a Brownie.
Because neither the expensive ice-cream charged by the scoop or the crappy Magnum made from palm oil will ever be gelato.
This is why I never get myself an ice-cream when I am in London.
Had I known how to save my soul the same way I’m saving Mr Gelato, I would have avoided the most stupid decisions.
You know, it’s like those musicians who used to refuse to get paid to play crappy music when they were in their 20s.
I’m sure you must have met at least one of them.
Well, 10 years later they work in an investment bank, and they’ve made good money, but you suddenly feel so sorry for them, and you also feel old and ugly, and you want to cry and you don’t know why.
It’s the same thing I’ve sometimes done to my writing in the past, I sold the most precious bits of my soul to the worst people, for the worst purposes, while I was still feeling so cool for refusing to work for a gambling company.
Don’t do the same bullshit, don’t rubbish your soul just because this is what you are supposed to be doing.
Save your soul just like I’m saving Mr Gelato.