The Red Umbrella
It ceases to amaze me how the billions of people in this world can go on, day after day, carrying on in the same old repetitive manner without ever noticing another individual that they may pass by. We carry on in our own lives that seems to differ only in what shirt we are wearing, how our backpacks are slung on our shoulders, and the degree of tilt in our head as we walk. And as we walk, we never seem to even take into account the existence of this other individual who, is there the whole time in their own reality and sense of existence in this world - living day after day in an identical fashion to us, yet it seems we are so far apart. But that continues, until one day in which we come into contact with each other - through an interaction, some kind of event, that triggers a chain reaction. What used to be a split screen of two different camera angles of the two individuals passing by without acknowledgement - without ever possibly knowing that they have perceived the same feelings and thoughts of things and/or people in this world that seems like a canvas for us to draw on. And those two cameras finally converge one day through that fateful event, in which they finally interact with each other and the two realities of monotonous daily routines suddenly find themselves combined. Combined so that one camera angle is needed to tell the story, the story in which will now continue to be written by those two people together.
And I wonder... will that day ever come in which I stop writing this story by myself?
Will I ever be able to turn my head in the other angle, to be able to catch and see that other person across the street or behind that door, in which I have missed my whole life? When will the event come along in which our cameras merge into one, and that other person completes "the other 1/2 of the heart"?
All I want to do is hold the red umbrella for someone...
It ceases to amaze me how the billions of people in this world can go on, day after day, carrying on in the same old repetitive manner without ever noticing another individual that they may pass by. We carry on in our own lives that seems to differ only in what shirt we are wearing, how our backpacks are slung on our shoulders, and the degree of tilt in our head as we walk. And as we walk, we never seem to even take into account the existence of this other individual who, is there the whole time in their own reality and sense of existence in this world - living day after day in an identical fashion to us, yet it seems we are so far apart. But that continues, until one day in which we come into contact with each other - through an interaction, some kind of event, that triggers a chain reaction. What used to be a split screen of two different camera angles of the two individuals passing by without acknowledgement - without ever possibly knowing that they have perceived the same feelings and thoughts of things and/or people in this world that seems like a canvas for us to draw on. And those two cameras finally converge one day through that fateful event, in which they finally interact with each other and the two realities of monotonous daily routines suddenly find themselves combined. Combined so that one camera angle is needed to tell the story, the story in which will now continue to be written by those two people together.
And I wonder... will that day ever come in which I stop writing this story by myself?
Will I ever be able to turn my head in the other angle, to be able to catch and see that other person across the street or behind that door, in which I have missed my whole life? When will the event come along in which our cameras merge into one, and that other person completes "the other 1/2 of the heart"?
All I want to do is hold the red umbrella for someone...
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