How many things you have? How many dreams you have done? are you looking for something or something is looking for you? If you have a lot of things, and you are still looking for something, maybe you don’t know what do you need.
Take a moment, just a little moment in your mind and think: This is my moment… Damn! this is my mind, this is me, nobody else, and that is great! that is big, unique, is not a car, a diamond, a planet, is something bigger, something that only you have!
Are you still thinking that you need something else? that something is missing? well, thats ironic… because nobody has that little moment in their mind. When you found that moment, you begin to think about what you really need. What I really need?
In that moment, in that time when you realized that you have a unique moment, just for you, just in your head, that moment where you have wonderful dreams, beautiful opportunities, big challenges, hard experiences, amazing landscapes, complex questions, deep decisions, dumb but leal friends, bad humans around, good people around, strange people in the hill, a cute pet, a big dream, someone who always will be there for you… Everything is part of that unique moment.
Maybe… If you just think in that moment, you will have everything do you need.
Long day, slow time, waiting & thinking in home. A lot of hopes in one person, a lot of stuffs in one mind, nothing complex… just stuffs, but there’s something that always will be there, something that nobody can’t delete, can’t attack, can’t surprise, can’t steal, misprize or disrespect, the trust is always there.
Doesn’t matter what are you watching in the sad side of the moon by your window, doesn’t matter your actions… The trust is always there.
What about the wings? Still flying but there’s no any wings. Nothing inusual in these ideas, nothing awesome in how the door is opening, the window is normal & the tree is really big! but is still an ordinary tree.
Was amazing how the little bird start flying with out wings, was really fast & extremely strong. Winds in the hidden landscapes, but the wall was not a wall, because flying was the dream the first day, & goal at the end of the week.
Is a good day, happy sun & lonely bench. I was thinking about all those stuffs you see around you, Like this little lonely bench, nobody is there, maybe yesterday someone was there thinking about the same, or just resting, waiting for a friend, smoking (damn I hate the cigarretes) but the point is: Could you imagine all the stories hiding inside of this lonely bench? How many people were sitting there? their stories, their experiences, habits, ideas, minds, feellings, everything!
Wait a minute… I’m not sitting there! I must do be there! I want to be part of your story lonely bench! Maybe someday you will talk, & you will share with someone this little talk that we had in this goody day, just us, with a happy sun as a witness, me as a speaker & you friendly lonely bench as a good friend.