Choice

This is how we live, quite discreetly:
from point A to point B, from point B to point A through C, C +, C ++,
sometimes D.
Home - Job - Shopping Mall - Home.
We practically don't realize the fact
that outside the (car, trolleybus, train) window
the sky / trees / flowers, hills / ravines / are.
Life passes, we don't throw nets into its streams, we don't catch the moment.
We quarrel over nonsense.
We shorten our lives and the our neighbors' lives,
those we are to love, "as ourselves."
We surround our existence with mechanisms, gadgets
and unnoticed for ourselves
we become Homo Mechanicus and continue to live like bio robots.
But sometimes someone all of a sudden chooses an alternative
(there is always a choice, even when everyone says there's no choice)
and becomes an eccentric, a knight-monk, a star, an alchemist,
a gardener or just a wanderer.
And then the road from point A to any other can be a real adventure,
full of impressions, faces, ideas.
The adventurers read people like open books,
they see signs in the sky, they text on the lake surfaces.
They hear heavenly music ,
feel the light streaming through the top of the head to the heels.
They enjoy every minute and see the wisdom
even when the world seems to be completely crazy.
P.S.
The choice is: to live discreetly or to be a stream.
Bet on seven - it wins.

12.41 14.07 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021