It is raining outside…
He is walking along the street. Wearing a suit from Carden, stylish Italian shoes, carrying a leather brief-case. He is holding a huge black umbrella over his head. He is walking along, cursing the puddles that can spoil his shoes, cursing the rain for making him to carry umbrella, cursing the city centre for the lack of parking space, so that he has to walk. He is cursing himself for feeling so miserable…
She is walking towards him. Her boots are completely soaked through. She forgot her umbrella at home. Her hair is wet and shapeless…she walks along, toe-tapping the puddles in delight. She looks at the sky and rejoices in every rain drop landed on her face. Water streams down her hair tickling her so, she laughs. She opens her palms to the rain and hums a simple tune. She feels wonderful...
They passed each other…
“What a good looking man”, she thought, “I bet he is a happy person”
“She is soaked right through”, he thought, “she must be so unhappy”…
It’s all wears off eventually. Friendship, love, magic, energy and happiness. Not that all of these fades away, just become dusty with time…to have a comfortable home requires some housekeeping duties we often fail to act. I’m as guilty as any one else, really. Strangely enough I seem to become immune to the dust covered my valuables…I’m not talking about furniture and things. A couple of years ago a friend said to me: there will be time when you’ll look back and laugh at what have happened. Not that I’ve been waiting for this time to come, yet I somewhat had that cartoonish-sinister picture in my dreams of me laughing my head off hysterically at my Past. Time chooses a different lesson. A Lesson of Indifference. Not to the Past, but to the Present. An analogy of dusty sheets of covers in a seasonal house comes to mind. The goods are there and the house seems in order. Only untouched by the human hand. It’s all wears off…all the excitement of what we could’ve be…eventually life just happens around, like the seasons, spring, summer, fall…and we can choose to get out or to stay indoors…perhaps, it’s an age thing…