It is late and I am fed up with everything. How such small things can lead to such huge confrontation. How words can easily be mixed up from something innocent to something offensive. How our intentions mean nothing when our words and our actions end up hurting somebody else.
Finally I am allowed some time to myself, so I sit in my car. I find solace in these few moments I have alone, watching strangers pass me by. They pretend they don't see me as I do the same to them. They stare at me until I look back at them, then we both quickly divert our eyes to something else, as if we were not just watching each other, wondering how each others' lives are going. Where we're going, what we're thinking, what our worries may be.
I see the setting sun. Its rays, a beautiful shade of yellow and orange, still stretch far and wide into the cloudless sky. I have never seen anything more beautiful.
The music playing on the radio is a mix of nostalgia and heartbreak. I close my eyes and let the melody sink into my brain, trying to let the nostalgia I hear overpower the heartbreak I feel. When I open my eyes again, I notice the sun's rays are getting smaller, duller, more distant. The sun is setting much faster than I had anticipated. Soon, I will not be able to witness how the sun looks just before it disappears from us. All I will have is this gut-wrenching music and the watchful eyes of strangers. I will be left to face the significant confrontations, the offensive words, and the meaningless intentions once again, this time knowing that beauty and solace like this may not come again for a very long time.
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