The name of my Tumblr is the above Italian phrase, which, in making that the name of my Tumblr, has made me a complete hypocrite. I always wonder why people get tattoos of Chinese or Japanese characters that say “love” or “strength” or “power” instead of just inking the word in English. Perhaps it’s the exotic appeal of the foreign language, because I’ve never really seen anybody tattooing a giant “LOVE” on his or her shoulderblade. But then again, the name of my blog is in Italian and I like it better that way, just because it sounds and looks better than its translation, which is Those things that fall, fall. Essentially, I’m a sheep and aesthetics trump principles.
Its inspiration has its origins in one of the most irritating Facebook groups I have ever encountered, the Harvard Class of 2015 group. But while perusing it this summer, I found this gem that really stuck with me:
Once, I was also teaching a three year old Italian boy the English names of colours by making him fish for colourful paper fish I’d cut out using a rod I had made tipped with sticky tape. He went for the red fish but it fell from his rod; I … got all panicked and was about to run down from our perch to pick it up from the ground. He, however, stopped me by holding out his small fisherman’s hand and, with great dignity, pronounced “Quelli che cadono, cadono” (translating as “Those things that fall, fall.”) I left the fallen fish. Children are ace.
I mean, I feel like this should be the inspiration for a movie or something. I almost can’t believe this actually happened in real life. Either way, the phrase made me think for some time and it really stuck with me. It’s quite simple: “Those things that fall, fall.” I’ve thought about it throughout this past semester especially, since I’ve been trying to put my priorities in life in order and figure out what I want to do with my life.
It’s quite nice, though, to remember that shit’s gonna happen, and I’m probably going to lose some things that are/were very important to me at some point in life, be they friends, items, job positions, grades, boyfriends, etc. But rather than spend too much time bemoaning my loss, I should probably just… move on. Pick up the pieces, be sad for a little while, and realize that some things are going to fall in life and that I can’t keep being upset over every little thing not going as I plan — hard as it is.
Advice easier given than followed…