Walking on six tall legs
Sometimes he feels (he remembers) there is a real World out there, it’s easy to stay comfy at home, have a nice cup of chocolate, a glass of wine or a bottle of a great New England beer, listen to memorable songs, watch fantasy movies and live in the moment of a passing shiny cloud, away from problems humans have in the rest of the planet.
“Reality is a sour drink we don’t want to taste everyday, who can blame us for not doing it? our little World is ours, why to move away from the warm corner where we live?” He thought to himself.
There are moments when he thinks (he told himself) maybe is time to jump out of bed and walk the path brave people used to walk, and build history in rock solid marble. “Who the hell am I to sit home everyday not living a life worth enough I could one day write a book?” He remembered promises he made to his soul, that he will live a life to make the child once he was proud of what he is now. If he was to travel in time and present to himself 25 years ago, would that child be proud of what this grown up was? He thought to himself: “At this particular point, no!”
Memories brought back to him the voices that used to pinch in his ears long time ago: “There is a different World out there and there are lots and lots of people that would appreciate what we have to offer, to teach, to motivate, to build.” It’s ok to live an easy life, you shouldn’t criticize who does it, but there is a particular breed of humans that cannot sit comfortable on the side of the road, unfortunately (luckily) he always felt like one of those particular humans. He wanted to teach and feel more valuable to a bigger and noble cause, he wanted the challenge, the fight, the turbulent waters of everyday’s struggles to get some place new that only a few had the chance to put eyes on, he was unhappy living a quiet life, worry the walls eventually will fall apart, shake the ground and bury the four pieces of the easy puzzle picture called “his life.” An easy life is nice, but it’s not always necessarily build on solid ground, and easy life means depending on something that provides that comfort. “What is that comfort-providing source one day stop delivering?,” he whispered to himself. He got afraid again, it was nauseating to stand on two single legs between the corner brick walls of instant satisfaction and a sharp golden sword.
So he jumped out of his bed, wear the most comfortable pair of jean he had on the floor, the shoes he always left at the door, a T-shirt, a leather jacket, a hat with the name of a country he used to call home, grabbed a silver leash and put it around his dog’s neck, rushed to his mother’s room and kissed her goodbye on the forehead, hugged her, and put her back on the night table next to what used to be her bed, walked out of the house on six eager tall legs, so strong an army would not be able to stop, not even with the thousand horses power of a war tank; and he and his dog walked away, afraid of the new reality, but eager to live it, to smell it, to eat it, to breath it. They waved goodbye to friends and neighbors, told them not to be sad for the ones who leave but for those who stay behind. Reality is a sour drink that requires an acquired taste to learn to enjoy.
5/15/2013
“Reality is a sour drink we don’t want to taste everyday, who can blame us for not doing it? our little World is ours, why to move away from the warm corner where we live?” He thought to himself.
There are moments when he thinks (he told himself) maybe is time to jump out of bed and walk the path brave people used to walk, and build history in rock solid marble. “Who the hell am I to sit home everyday not living a life worth enough I could one day write a book?” He remembered promises he made to his soul, that he will live a life to make the child once he was proud of what he is now. If he was to travel in time and present to himself 25 years ago, would that child be proud of what this grown up was? He thought to himself: “At this particular point, no!”
Memories brought back to him the voices that used to pinch in his ears long time ago: “There is a different World out there and there are lots and lots of people that would appreciate what we have to offer, to teach, to motivate, to build.” It’s ok to live an easy life, you shouldn’t criticize who does it, but there is a particular breed of humans that cannot sit comfortable on the side of the road, unfortunately (luckily) he always felt like one of those particular humans. He wanted to teach and feel more valuable to a bigger and noble cause, he wanted the challenge, the fight, the turbulent waters of everyday’s struggles to get some place new that only a few had the chance to put eyes on, he was unhappy living a quiet life, worry the walls eventually will fall apart, shake the ground and bury the four pieces of the easy puzzle picture called “his life.” An easy life is nice, but it’s not always necessarily build on solid ground, and easy life means depending on something that provides that comfort. “What is that comfort-providing source one day stop delivering?,” he whispered to himself. He got afraid again, it was nauseating to stand on two single legs between the corner brick walls of instant satisfaction and a sharp golden sword.
So he jumped out of his bed, wear the most comfortable pair of jean he had on the floor, the shoes he always left at the door, a T-shirt, a leather jacket, a hat with the name of a country he used to call home, grabbed a silver leash and put it around his dog’s neck, rushed to his mother’s room and kissed her goodbye on the forehead, hugged her, and put her back on the night table next to what used to be her bed, walked out of the house on six eager tall legs, so strong an army would not be able to stop, not even with the thousand horses power of a war tank; and he and his dog walked away, afraid of the new reality, but eager to live it, to smell it, to eat it, to breath it. They waved goodbye to friends and neighbors, told them not to be sad for the ones who leave but for those who stay behind. Reality is a sour drink that requires an acquired taste to learn to enjoy.
5/15/2013
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