The figurant

You are a dreamer. You can fly over reality. You can create a world where LOVE emerges from any connection between two human beings and where nothing would ever overtake its importance. You can create a world where every human being can grow beautiful, every WILLS can be realised regardless of sacrifices, regrets, fears or risks of failing. Regardless of time. You can create a world where one can open shutters on landscapes and sunlight, sky and infinity. A world where you can smile because you hear the whistle of birds, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, see a young child stumbling. A world where love expands and is never restrained, where arms are meant to embrace needing souls, where someone always has someone.

You are broken by reality. You meet people who stubbornly keep you out of their life.

You are an observer. You can learn from human beings’ mistakes. You can share a moment of their life through their speech.  You can judge their habits, detect their weaknesses. You can figure out what is life about without getting hurt yourself. You try to be over it. You never get involved. But then as you walk alone on your path you’ve called wisdom, you feel that your soul is bleeding quietly. She would like to dive in the river too, although she risks getting drown.

You suffer. You stubbornly keep yourself out of reality.