Walkers

I wrote this text some 2 years and something ago, before I made a single cool trip... :

A walker passes by.

I find myself at the counter asking for a slice of that cracker cookie when the walker comes by my side. He asks only for a tea. I go back to the outdoor terrace and to the spectacular view it gives. He doesn't. Sits down on a wooden bench, outside the terrace, sideways to the sea and to all of us. Strange world must be his. Bag pack on the back, flip-flops on the feet and an adventure ahead. An unknown future, with no worries in planning whatever, just walking and enjoying everything that comes on his way. Opposite of all of us, that spend the most of our life planning, running towards several objectives. Most of the times they're too ambitious and the result is disappointment, frustration and we go back to some kind of emptiness. The problem is that while we run towards our plans, we do it so fast that there's no awareness of what's happening around and the best opportunities just pass by without even imagining what they could become. Better this way. It's much worse when we get aware of what we lost. The best is just drift around...

Let's all be travellers.

16.03.2005