Ever since I met Mr. Lemoui, my philosophy teacher, I started thinking about things I hadn’t taken into consideration before. I look at him and I see a master in the art of unlocking concealed doors in people’s minds – or at least in mine –. He has this irreverent and questioning attitude towards everything and the ability to entice you into joining his game; no sooner have you left his class, you can’t stop yourself from going over and over what he has said. It’s not that he instils his ideals in students; it’s just that he leaves these blank spaces in their minds so that they feel the need to rethink, analyse and contrast any information they receive. So that they end up building an opinion for themselves and don’t base their thoughts on what they’ve traditionally been taught.
However inspiring this may sound, after some time of experiencing this sort of phenomenon, I’ve come to realize how little time I spend on constructing my thoughts and opinions. What I mean is that I may leave my philosophy lesson and yes, spend the next hour thinking about what has been discussed, but immediately after this, an endless bunch of other things to think about come to me and so as the human being I am, I just can’t handle them at once, so they end up messily displaced in my mind. If besides this comes reality – understood as the physical place where you’re standing; the sensations you feel through your senses; your daily life and duties and the things you must remember and those you forget when you shouldn’t; publicity; news on how the world is a step closer to dehumanization, if it is not yet; etcetera, etcetera, etcetera –, what you get is a huge and tremendous jumble in your head.
Maybe this is just how thought works. Maybe this is the best part of it, making something out of chaos, learning to redirect your thoughts to where you want them to go. Being patient, controlling your eagerness of sorting things out, of finding evident answers – if they’re to exist –. Knowing which information you want to pick and how you want to use it. Being flexible yet determined when it comes to belief and ideas.
Maybe this is growing up, a dash of emancipation. Or maybe it’s something I still don’t know how to portray in words.
LEEK, BROCCOLI AND COURGETTE SOUP WITH STRAWBERRY AND BALSAMIC VINEGAR TOPPING
(portions can be adjusted to taste)
1 and ½ courgette, skin removed and chopped
1 big head of broccoli, cut into florets and slice the stalk
2 leeks, finely chopped
1 medium potato
A bunch of strawberries, cut into halves or quarters
Sea salt and pepper
1 litre/4 cups of water (and maybe a little bit more)
2 tbsp of virgin olive oil
·Heat the olive oil in a saucepan. Add the courgettes, broccoli and leeks, lower the heat and cook for about 10-15 minutes with a lid, stir occasionally. They should soften but keep their colour.
·Add water and a pinch of sea salt and cook for 25-30 minutes. Blend the soup until completely smooth using a hand blender. Add more water if it’s too thick and blend again. Season to taste.
·Serve it in bowls with the strawberries on top and a dash of balsamic vinegar. Enjoy!
PS: The soup can be stored in the fridge for a few days.