Too late
06-19-2011, 10:06 AM
For nine months, I have tried to converse with my soul to understand precisely where she is and what she wants, but I wasn’t able to because there are many noises around us. There are many things to do, many ideas to think, many works to complete, and many goals to achieve. There are many loud voices to hear, understand, and respond to.Sometimes, a person needs to be alone and silent, without anything or anyone, even his ideas or himself. In this moment, I really need to be alone without my mind or my soul. I wish we could create a remote control for humans. With such a remote control, we could press a button to switch ourselves off. Perhaps for fifteen minutes, thirty, or more, we could just relax and take a break from this busy life. With the push of another button, we could resume our lives when we’re ready. Yesterday, I felt lost, so I got away from everything. I closed my eyes and my ears, and sat in silence for ten minutes. Suddenly, a beautiful, white pigeon landed on the shadow spot beneath my window, far from the heat of the sun. I have always wished I could be a pigeon flying in the sky. As a pigeon, I could fly at any time, to any place, without regard for any borders. I asked the pigeon if she is happy, or if she suffers from life like the rest of us. She looked at me for a while, and then she said that like me, she has a heart, feelings, hopes, and problems, too. After that, she wondered why she shouldn’t suffer like humans. There weren’t walls, buildings, doors, and windows. Also, if she had a problem, she could fly far away from everything, and she could think quietly without any interruption. Moreover, I told her that she was near the sky, so she could take the mercy of the sky. I asked her if she didn’t like to talk with the clouds, stars, birds, moon, and rain drops, which are hidden behind the clouds and waiting for the permission of falling. She laughed and asked me if I really thought that her life was that easy. I asked her why not? She didn’t have to study or work, and she didn’t have to deal with tough people who might hurt her feelings. She told me that she had the same environment, work, studies, and family, and their society was either tough or nice. Then, she said that the difference between her society and mine is that her people didn’t hurt us in any way while my people hurt them many times by hunting to eat some of them or to have fun.
Later, I asked myself if people hurt the pigeons in the sky, how come they couldn't hurt my feelings while I live among them.
Later, I asked myself if people hurt the pigeons in the sky, how come they couldn't hurt my feelings while I live among them.