The unbearable lightness of being
I helped a blind man yesterday. His walking stick got stuck between some wrongfully parked bicycles and he kinda lost his way.
It's a normal reaction, helping people. At least for me. "You have to help people", mom always used to say, "if you help people you'll go to paradise and you'll be able to play amongst the angels, hopping from star to star". I liked believing that. It sounded just great. So I started helping people, even if it was in my own small way. And I still do. Not that I still believe in heaven, its angels and the starhoppin'. But because it should be what makes us human. Because in a way it forms the basis of our existence. And, let's be honest, it's not that difficult. Even if you don't have the time, just being friendly helps. A simple smile helps. To say 'hallo' or 'good morning' helps.
Is that too much to ask?
But yesterday it didn't feel right. It felt like a great big neverending whole you try to stuff up with too tiny things, disappearing in the dark. On my way home I just did not get it out of my head. "Yes, I helped the guy. It was the right thing to do and it just was not possible to do much more." But still. He still is blind. Still unable to see all the things everyone of us likes and dislikes. No rainbows, no sunsets, no beautiful eyes, no dreaming away watching the white clouds passing by in endless blue skies. No nights. No moon. No stars. No starhoppin'.
Maybe we really can't help much more. And maybe this should be a reminder. A hint to think about the beautiful things we cán see. To open our eyes just a bit more. Because we seem to forget to take a look, even just a glimpse, just too often.
5 comments:
hello Fabs,
Mooie blog, recht uit het hart ook, gedurfd eigenlijk.
Alleen dat onderschrift, dat komt me precies bekend voor...
Mr T
Dat onderschrift komt inderdaad van onze Lysander, die het op zijn beurt van Karen K. Clark heeft. Maar goed, het was gewoon té toepasselijk om het niet te gebruiken.
Merci voor het compliment overigens. Is het eigenlijk ook niets voor u, zo een blog?
En, Mr T, wanneer is de volgende A-team bijeenkomst?
A Roma ogni mattina, la gente si sveglia ed è già di cattivo umore perchè sà che gli aspettano chilometri di traffico per raggiungere un luogo di lavoro che detestano con tanto di indesiderabili colleghi...
Vedo le loro facce ingrugnate attraverso i finestrini delle auto mentre passo vicino a loro in motorino... Anch'io non sono mai particolaarmente allegra quando sono per strada ma qualche giorno fà, mentre stavo andando all'università, non so perchè, ho fatto una specie gioco... ho cominciato a fermarmi quando vedevo persone che aspettavano per attraversare sul ciglio della strada, a far passare motorini ed auto che dovevano inmettersi nella mia corsia e cose del genere... è stato divertente e bellissimo! Non so quanti sorrisi o gesti di ringraziamento con la mano ho ricevuto... Con un sorriso stampato in faccia sono arrivata all'università... Mi sentivo un pò Ameliè!
Peccato che siamo in così pochi a farlo tutti i giorni. Immagina un pò come sarebbe bello andare a lavorare circondati da sorrisi di gente felice che ci saluta. Andremmo a lavorare con molta più voglia... Comunque è questione di provarci e riprovarci, chissà, pian pianino potresti convincere sempre più gente a fare lo stesso e pian pianino potremmo veramente andare a finire in un mondo favoloso come quello di Amélie.
Wel euh, mr. T heeft een website waar hij blogt als Rudie Chambrang. Ga maar eens kijken op www.thechambrangs.be
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