#كتابة_حرة : ستسعدني قراءتكم لها Take a look around while you are setting on the lonley bench, fell your eyes with the upcoming evening, the sky, the almost dark trees and the passers-by. people you know nothing about, how happy they are, what problems do they have, what do they think when they gaze at you or at the endless horizon, what kind of coffe they had this morning or what are their names and secrets. they might be running around, laughing, smiling, frowning or just walking for their own buesniss Their Own Buessniss. Sonder, they call it, a powerfull yet obscure, so trivial yet unprecedentedly shocking. Sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. We are only the light music that comes from the corner of the street, the majority of people will only know us as another number, we are the small flower at the endless field on the endless land, and they talked about this. Your level of admiration and affection is high,which clearly states that you need something, what do you need? she asked with a semi-curious, semi-blunt face. My level of admiration is actually higher, so high that I want nothing. He replied as if it was the easiet thing on earth. you see my dear, I zoomed out, far out and away, to realise that: to you and everybody else I am only a possibility of an endless paths, that I will be extremely lucky to be the path choosen among billions, that its totally normal if it doesnt happend and for that, I can say that I dont want anything.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 16:13:48 +0000
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