Veronique Vienne
L'Arte Di Non Far Nulla

"Let's learn to reclaim the time to indulge in the luxury of wasting it" V.V.

How many times do we feel the need to drop everything and do nothing? How many of you have thought at least once "to hell with all the commitments, I'm taking a nice month off just for myself and going far away from everything, to rest, sleep, read... in short, to do nothing".

In a hyper-active society, where everyone is rushing, at home, in the office, in the bathroom, and where everything seems to slip out of our hands, here lies the idea that "learning to slow down, to stop completely, and to learn to do absolutely nothing" could represent a great key to change and an inherently "revolutionary" and truly transgressive act.

Acting in this way will undoubtedly have a regenerating effect and will make us aware that in our daily lives, we hustle too much and "live" very little.

Surely LESS than what our expectations would be.

Here comes this little book "The Art of Doing Nothing" by Veronique Vienne (Published by Mondadori - 96 pages - €12.90) accompanied by some beautiful sepia photos by Erica Lennard, is a clear invitation to take a break and learn how and where to intervene to achieve better results. Thus, the indicated chapters:

The Art of Procrastinating

The Art of Breathing

The Art of Meditating

The Art of Yawning

The Art of Napping

The Art of Bathing

The Art of Tasting

The Art of Listening

The Art of Waiting

Here they take on a special meaning and represent a clear invitation to pause over delicate and often overlooked moments, which help us to reclaim ourselves for the purpose of regenerating and toning soul and spirit.

It is not an educational book, nor a guide. It's a light little book, without great pretensions, which can be read in less than two hours.

Unless, while reading it, you already put into practice the valuable advice it gives. Let's say that savoring each single sentence, rereading the words that hit us, and relishing the reflections that arise, you could also take a month.

And in that month, then one wonders, who brings the money home? Who cleans the house? Who takes the kid swimming? Who takes the dog to the vet? But you know... this is the classic disconnection between Real Living and Living of Desires...