duminică, 26 februarie 2012

Just a candle …

to Malgorzata, a precious candle herself...


I had never whished to be the Sun. And between you and me, I would never be able to..I have fears, I am shy and I am full of uncertainty. It is so nice to be like a candle. A candle can do what the Sun cannot!
            When it seems like the daily routine can’t be broken by anything, a certain moment comes into your life, an opportunity to do something totally different, a chance you have been waiting inside for so long, without thinking it might appear one day.
Once more I understood that the year may not bring what could happen in an hour. So many preparations, hundreds of whispers and thoughts, agitation and effort to prepare something for the future are melting in a second when they happen today, unexpectedly, their intensity substantially overcoming all the expectations.
            I feel happy when I meet beautiful people. It makes me think we actually have a chance and after all the ugly from this world exist only to enlighten what’s beautiful. Otherwise, how would we know what’s beautiful and what is not, what is wrong and which is the right way to step on?!
I am peaceful when I meet people like me... having the same intellectual preoccupations, facing the same difficulties, the same challenges and yet people who did not forget that life is actually so simple. In the end, it doesn’t matter that much how high you have climbed, but most probably, how many of those you met on your way up, will remember you dearly and the things you left behind.
I strongly believe anyone could so easily be happy. This truth was recently confirmed in such a natural manner, so far away from home and from the people I love, among other beautiful people, having so many things in common and yet being different in so many ways. From all the things I might have found or read about, or remember during this experience, it was not just a simple coincidence I have found happiness, in so many shapes:
« Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same » - Francesca Reigler.
            It is a great achievement to climb the mountain and to successfully exceed each obstacle that comes in the way. Once you arrive in the top you may relax for a while, enjoying the fresh air and the silence of such heights.
For me, though, the true happiness is hiding at the bottom of the mountain, where I was born and I’ve walked most of my steps, surrounded by my parents and by beautiful people, who chosen to be my guidance and support. In the old forest full of green trees, colored flowers sharing their soft perfume, where I read a book for the first time, hearing only the voices of little birds. By the camp fire where I stood embraced with my lover or maybe on the bank of the ripple down river, throwing little rocks into its waters together with my child.
If I would ever arrive in the top of the mountain, the sight and all the moments lived along the way up will definitely give me strength and will be my source of energy.
Anyone who got there eventually, without making this the purpose of his life and enjoying all the way has nothing to be afraid of and cannot be laid down, as the base of the pyramid is his life and his support. The essence of such a human being is indestructible and contaminates other beautiful people, as the pollen goes softly with the wind and the seed gets deeply and irreversible into the ground, but yet coming back eventually as the tree…much stronger and so much beautiful than the seed itself.
            So scaring must be for those who climbed the mountain running, stepping on flowers and smiles and butterflies. No matter how clear the sky might be up there, they won’t be able to recognize either the music, the perfume or the warmness, as long as none of these things were ever near them and in their hearts. How could such a person be happy?! What could he give to all the others around him?! What did he left behind to those who interacted with him?!
The answer is yet so simple. There is always another day and the mountain will always be there to be climbed.

A candle can do what the Sun cannot! It can lighten into the dark!

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