THOUGHTS: OUR DROP CAN ASPIRE......

Sometimes, in the middle of things... of roads and faces, in the middle of voices and thoughts, of formal smiles and white teeth, in the middle of running... I stop. I stop and remember that we are all mere drops in a puddle, making random circles in a desperate or careless attempt to leave something behind. I stop and look right and left, behind and up front, I almost always look up too. Looking for the purpose of what is happening right this second to the whole world, to every drop in this puddle...

Pettiness... that word does describe our condition. Yet in us lies such incredible force that can trouble or clear the waters of... the Puddle... Our drop can aspire so ardently to become spheric and flawless, to difuse back so generously the light which feeds it, that... it is simply beatiful. Yes, there is something very strong in our weakness. Which is what makes me sad this instant... We forget about the strength, we ignore it, our souls are lazing around on puffy non-existent clouds.
Oh, it's not like we aren't busy. We are. Too much. Doing what scatters us in bits and pieces... there is one bit on the chair at work, another in the subway, another on somebody's shoulder, another in a book, another in our mother's smile, another somewhere we have never been. We lean on things, we lean on people, as if they were faithful walking sticks for our souls. At least that's what we think...Why do we waste ourselves?

When I stop and think, I have the amazing but silly feeling that time stops, too, that the second is enlarged and becomes an ongoing melody whispering...