Why are we always in a hurry? How to think of the waiting time before harvesting the truffles.
Don’t ask, it’s part of human nature. The main thing is to remember that whether it has to be gained or lost, time is our master. Friend or foe, it never changes as our lives pass by, and it colours our state of mind and our passions. Lost or gained, time marks our very existence. We can only learn to capture the moment that counts and makes a difference, until the truffles arrive. Tempus fugit, time flies past and slips between our fingers without us realising: it seems to pass in an instant and instead, our entire life has gone by and there’s no more time to do what we wanted to do, to achieve our dreams: there, it’s over, we have used it all up and now it’s too late to do anything about it. So how can we worry about the idea of waiting? On the contrary, waiting makes us better people.
Virgil captured and expressed it in his own way, with an inimitable flash of power, even in his apparent composure and harmony, in the sovereign, impeccable lightness of the famous verse: “Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus (Georgics, III, 284)” – in the meantime it flies, irrevocable time flies – the word “fugit” is repeated twice and appears to mercilessly mark the relentless march of time, which will end only when we are completely consumed, like a candle that dies and transforms its vital flame into smoke. Today, many people are literally obsessed by time flying past. They are gripped by anxiety, by a true anguish which pushes them ever onwards without any respite or rest, as though a secret feeling of guilt, a silent reproach were ordering them to never stop, ready to hold the tiniest pause or uncertainty against them.
With his De brevitate vitae, Seneca tried to oppose that force and exorcise a similar unrest; we admire his calm wisdom and his criticis of the useless desire to do many, too many things, as though quantity was all that matters. But you can’t learn these things from books. The only book that really counts, the only one we can learn something from is the book of our own life. And in front of its, as yet blank pages, we are all equally unprepared beginners: we all have to feel our way and no-one can teach us how to cut corners of any kind.
Is it really true that time flies inexorably and leaves us behind? Are we really condemned to lose the chase after our dreams and our deepest aspirations? Is it really true that if we had more time, we would manage to do heaven only knows what and achieve heaven only knows what goals? Is it really true we are victims of a quantitative problem, of a shortage of years, days, hours, minutes, in a permanent twist of fate? At Truffleland we simply do not believe it. We would go even further: to us it looks like a pre-established alibi to justify in advance the fact we’ll miss the most important thing in our life, that is the discovery and achievement of its meaning. The inspirational philosophy of Truffleland begins here. Our philosophy helps us understand that the time separating the planting of the seedling from harvesting the truffle is not infinite. It will appear a lot when we start the project, but it isn’t really.
It is time that will fly by, that will serve to recognise something, which is actually already beneath our eyes, only we aren’t yet able to recognise it. We can observe the tiny plants, but we cannot even imagine what will come, because we are too tied by phenomena we have already seen. If, however, we aim at the basics, we will never waste our time: because it is essential to remember the tiny plant will bear its truffles, it will transform uncultivated land into the most profitable agriculture in the world. It will finally give young people possible, secure employment and fulfil one of the most important social functions: it will takes us back to the authentic values we have lost and will lead us towards a better quality of life. Just like the earth. “The tiny plant” will need care, it will need to silently follow the seasons and gain strength against bad weather. It will keep us waiting and test our patience. But it will help us grow with it. It will make us closely observe nature. Our gaze will finally settle on its incomparable perfection, we will get to know the immense beauty of the seasonal changes and when the moment finally arrives, we will harvest the truffles, miracle of the earth! At that point, it will have taught us to take life as it comes and we will understand it was certainly worth it.