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Idealism


She started to eradicate everything she ever experienced in her life. She knew it was the best for her. Not only that, but she never doubted this day would come. It happens to all of us. Everyone, since the human beings to the thinnest thing alive in the universe, even the bodies without its owner. We all reach an end. It was hers.


All her wishes, aspirations and deepest thoughts were simply gone. She wasn’t there to realise all of it was coming to an end. How do we realise it is happening? Do we actually want to? Don’t we all just desire to simply seize the day?


Sheila was there. Simply existing for her last few, but long minutes. They didn’t take anything from her. Just the lean and old body to such a refresh soul. Why was she alone? Has she ever been lonely her entire life, even in her darkest moments? Wouldn’t she have anyone, such as a relative or even a couple of friends? She was deeply lost. In her life, but, vigorously in every decision she ever made.


Is it so complicated? To be constantly detached from everything in the whole world. How can we feel so little and so small in our own lives? Maybe, but, only perchance, we were idealising a plan whereas the reality is a full book already written.


Is it? All of a sudden, every scenario, every substantial conversation, every story is just a portion of luck, establishing the Destiny of our own lives. What a piece of crap. That does not happen so frequently when we are in love. When, unexpectedly, we emerge from the bottle of a river, bringing in letters of passion at its exponent.


Weren’t we just naif to the point none of this seemed to matter? At what level have we, at the drop of a hat, reached to justify, indiscriminately, the motion and eventual power of love? Have we been all blinding each other's with full expectations of what love should bring? Or have we just been confusing it with passion or torture, someday, fully accepted.


We have been living the master-slave dialectics. Committing ourselves into a world of betrayals, perditions and moral executions.


She started to eradicate everything she ever experienced in her life. She knew it was the best for her. Furthermore, she never doubted this day would come. The day she would pack her soul and body to finally be free.



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