Last night just before sleeping I heard A track of MOMO read in german.
I had already a vague idea of the story from a theatrical version I did in elementary school.

The main theme is time.
There is this seen were an Agent from the "Time savings bank" goes into a barbershop and persuade the owner into seeing how does he have not enough time and he should right away start to save it up for the future.
That brought up much thought:

How many time man says,

I don´t have time.

I need more time.

I need time to do what I like best

I need time to relax

I don´t have time to think

In the story of MOMO the parents did not have any more time for theyr childrens, so off they go emancipated by they´r parents money too busy to care about them in any other way.

The barber was doing his job of a lifetime and yet, was easily convinced that he needed to be faster and so less accurate in order to save time.
How many passions can we give up because we don´t have time?

But, what is time?

Time its like the value added to money, how much is worth the paper of your tenner?
ten dollars or ten cents?
An Abstraction at the center of our lives.

You skin is thirty, but how old is this moment?

My professor once citated a short story from Borges called The Immortals, humans that would never die and were all day passively laying in the mud.
I had an epiphany:

So we live a life full of struggle and hope, because we ARE going to dye!

Limited time has to be filled with action!

And it was a satisfying explanation for a while.

But yet not anymore.

A better causal explanation came to me afterward seeing what really moves any happening and trasformation in this world:

We live because we have the energy to do so!

And it was a good feeling, I did not need science to tell me the first cause of all causes or the equation of everything, I had this simple intellectual generalization
that fitted the pourpose just as well.

Nature gives it all to us (well at least in my country).

But than the final explanation was missing: it was not anymore, why do we live? but what do we live for?

Do I live for something that my unique beeing will give to the world?

If so it is, how long will endure after I´m dead?, or how big will it be?, will it cross the oceans and enter in the hearts of every single beeing on earth, will each one of them be gratefull to me ever after?

Or maybe is something that the world gives me?
But what can the world give me that I really want?

Well now I go to work I´ll go on tomorrow.

Ciao