Watches are cruel. You glance at it to see the time passing. You realize you are older by a second, a moment, a day. Closer to the end. You don’t just check the time – you look for confirmation that you lose moments. Funny how people are addicted to these metal life killers.
I saved a fly. It was fighting for life in a sticky spiderweb, buzzing, calling for help. I pulled it out of the web gently and moved to a safe place. It was dizzy and confused. In the meantime the hungry spider came back and started looking for its lunch, without success.
The fly could hardly move as the fatal glue covered its legs. I tried to remove it with tweezers but it didn’t work. The fly, trying to release itself, was wrestling with death and lost the fight. Finally it died, probably in bigger pain than it would experience in the spiderweb.
I thought I saved a fly. I shouldn’t have interfered with nature.
Imagine going to the shop where are thousands of strange jars. You could get there any life ingredient you like: a pound of creativity, few grams of self-confidence, a jar full of courage or few sticks of euphoria. You wouldn’t have to pay with real money, just with good emotions you would like to share with others. Every day there would be fresh moods delivery. You could also get a customer loyalty card if you are a regular visitor. After collecting a particular amount of points you could win a fulfilled life.
We are like moths – we strive for what kills us.
I found an orphan rocket plant growing between rocks on my balcony. Maybe it is a traveler with a mission? Or an abandoned kid? I adopted it and hope it will be happy with me. If not – I will let it go with a wind.
When getting off the tube the music wrapped my ears gently. The owner of this tune was an elderly man in an old fashioned fabric slippers, sitting on a fisherman stool. His eyes were sad but very kind. I stopped by and put a coin in his hat lying on the ground. He smiled and I saw the explosion of sparkles in his eyes. It was the first coin he got and the day was almost over.. I visit him often and his music always put a big, soft smile on my face. One day I will learn how to play a violin so we could make trio: the accordion, violin and the city whisper.
June 8, 2012 in human, inspiration, life, people
Tagged inspiration, journal, life, music, people, smile, thoughts
Your words made me cry today. Was it a purifying cry? Or a painful one? Or a mix of hope and confusion? Not sure. But these words seemed to break the baloon with hectolitres of tears. It was a secret container kept by me for the black hour, when I become a person not able to cry any more. Feeling light now. And free. Able to dance in the rain.
June 3, 2012 in dream, inspiration, life, people, secret
Tagged book, dance, dream, happiness, human, inspiration, journal, life, people, rain, tears, thoughts, words, writing