After such a hectic day, a day in which I have possibly seen much more than I have seen throughout my short life, a day that has stolen a piece of my being, a piece of my dreams, and a piece of what I was building with the thought that I was on the right path.
I was there, lying on the ground, in a place where the laments didn't stop being heard, the despair, a cry for help, the hopelessness and the collapse of the person you loved, and of that person you had never seen but with whose situation you sympathized.
How could I erase from my mind the faces of those people who begged for a bit of attention, the tears of that being who wished to feel some of that pain to lessen the suffering of their being.
It is possible that the world where I have lived since I was born is like this, cruel, painful, insensitive, and so unfriendly, or maybe it is me who has become the worst version.
Although I may have only received a strong dose of what is the true reality in our lives and to which I would have been closing my eyes to not stop believing in what I long for.
However, not everything is completely lost. In the end, I saw a lady sympathize with the situation of those around her, offering some food, a blanket, and words that probably warmed that cold heart lying on that bed.
It is possible that not everything is so bad after all. I saw a light of joy appear in the eyes of that person when they saw that someone had selflessly extended a helping hand. I can't stop thinking about the gentleman who kindly picked up the boy who accidentally fell on the ground.
But what has filled my heart the most is seeing how the warmth of love from family and friends enveloped that person in the other bed, bending in pain. What impressed me the most was that everyone looked cheerful, as they were confident that everything that happened would have good outcomes.
Now, the floor on which I have been lying for a couple of hours no longer seems so hard, I have felt a bit of warmth despite the cold room, and I just think about how everything has passed before me, a view to the past, a view to the present, a view to a possible future.
Afterward, all I could do was ask myself who I can count on, who counts on me, and start thinking about how I have been living this life that apparently would not be of much help to anyone who might need this helping hand in the future.
Yes, how cruel life can be, and I could say it is the most unfair because many people make it that way, but I may possibly be that ray of hope in the eyes of the right person
I make use of the translator to put this post in English.
The cover image was created using Bing
