Sometimes I feel like all I am is just a passenger. A lonely passer-by, who wears a long coat and dark sunglasses and a scarf around the head. Im walking and walking, saying a few words here and there, stopping to shake someone’s hand, occasionally smiling at other passer-bys and I just keep walking my lonely road.
Years are going by… My path crosses with many other paths, for a while. I stop to rest in some cities. There I meet some people. I spend some time with them, we share our stories, we laugh. I tie a tiny piece of threat around them and then we all leave and take our separate ways. The piece of threat that I have tied around them will keep them connected to my heart for ever, but I may never see them again. Some times I miss them so much it hurts.
Then I try to explore the nature. I follow small streams that turn into big rivers, I m fascinated by mountains... The sea is enchanting me. I look at the scenery, trying to capture the image in my head. I spend hours just looking at the beauty around me… And then I have to leave again and I frame the image in my mind, recalling it when everything around me seems dark.
I follow ideas and dreams. I walk through different cultures, conflict, racism, intolerance, friendships, ignorance, suspicions, mistrust, forgiveness, understanding, love. I try to find the meaning behind all these. I make mistakes and I hurt people. I m not perfect and I don’t judge.
And I keep walking. Alone, hiding behind black sunglasses. A passer-by that sometimes touches someone and is being touched by someone. I always return home, tired and worn out, only to get some energy from the one thing we cannot escape: family. And then I leave again, to discover other fellow-passengers, unknown sceneries and new dreams and ideas.
And that is my life. And I love it.