You opened the windows and grabbed a stick. It is a time to reflect about life and check if you still have that grit. You stood still and looked above—there goes the first string of smoke. You smirked, smiled and smelled; good thing you did not choke. Feeling rebellious, you inhaled another. For a change of view, you looked down under. Here goes the second string as you feel your right lung sting.
Still, you did not care because you were comfortable in your own den. And you began to ask: “Why do people constantly move?”
Cars disappear and appear again.
In your mind, you grabbed a pen, wrote that question down and searched for an answer as you began to frown. You messily played with the ink. Then, there goes the answer. Good thing you have not reached your brink. You did not realize that you just puffed your sixed string. Who cares? You already had the answer and the process was not very tiring.
Cars speed up and slow down.
You grabbed that virtual pen again and began to write the answer. People constantly move because they want to find their permanent place in this world. True enough, many have not yet found that place. You told yourself that the route to permanence is a crazy maze.
You puffed your ninth and last string and began to wonder. You stood still while most of the people are moving and formulating their rudder.
Standing still and wearing a confident face, I looked at you without any shudder. I guess we are not moving because we already found our permanent place—and that’s beside each other.
You closed the windows and disregarded the useless stick. It is now time to reflect about our life and check if we still have that grit. You stood still and felt my heart’s groove. We just found our permanent place and we will never move.