Hello dear @ readcash and beyond its borders. Today I come to share with you a curious story.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a person who likes to do nice things for others and without asking for ANYTHING in return. I am also a filmmaker and a dreamer, therefore, my details are not exactly the typical and easy ones that you can find.
What I want to highlight is that these types of details are not easy to do, no matter how easy they may seem from the outside and for numerous reasons as well.
And without further ado, I get into trouble:
Once upon a time, there was a peasant woman who dreamed of being a singer and transmitting to others everything she felt through her songs.
But there was a problem, the poor thing was very shy and also, the people around her always urged her to give up those dreams. She could not find anyone who understood her and who shared her illusions with her.
This situation caused her to always feel as if she were out of place, without really finding her place in the world.
One day, a friend of hers invited her to go to a dance. She declined the invitation, since she did not like to attend such events, which were always cut from the same pattern and she felt uncomfortable in them.
However, her friend insisted, promising that this time she would be different.
When she arrived at the dance, she was amazed at how different everything looked, including the people. She verified by chatting with them that they had a lot in common and that she had finally found a magical place, where the heart and authenticity were the true protagonists.
She felt very happy.
After a couple of hours, someone appeared who caught her attention without understanding why. Later, she heard various members of that peculiar group sing, until she finally decided to sing herself. She did it without fear, relaxed and taking out everything that she carried inside of her. She felt herself.
Suddenly, something very unexpected happened, for the first time in a long time, this boy who had caught her attention, stole a smile, she supposed without meaning to and without knowing it.
But not just any smile, no. One of those that are like a rainbow and which she hadn't taught for a thousand years.
The variety of the situation dismayed her, but she knew that she should not put "why" where she was not going to get the answer; There were just things that were and she had to let them be.
The days followed one another and she did not miss any event of that wonderful group. They shared moments, stories, songs, regrets... Even heated debates on any subject that moved something in the depth of their souls. She felt more and more welcomed and integrated. And from time to time, in some other song, she put in a verse inspired by that special connection that she had had.
One day, they were discussing love, and this guy commented that she knew she would never have something like this in his life, because it wasn't made for him and no marriageable girl was interested. Our dear peasant woman felt terribly identified with that confession, however, for her it was a very tangible reality with which she had lived in harmony for many years.
However, dear friend of hers, she didn't seem to mean it the same way. His sixth sense told him that there was something more behind that shell of resignation. And she understood it. She knew that resignation is a double-edged sword that should not be used.
When she got home, she decided to write him a song about her talking about that inexplicable connection that she felt when she met him. That he left her aside, because there were insurmountable distances that made it impossible, and also... why not simply enjoy that with no other pretension than to see someone happy who you have learned to appreciate as he is?
She was like that, and that's how she felt happiest, even if it seems impossible.
Her way of being prevented him from opening his mouth, but, as a result of that confession, she was worried that he would spend his whole life blinded by that bad impression. And since he could not simply arrive with a gift of these characteristics in his hands, because he did not know if it would cause more harm than good, he decided that he could just send him a ray of light with touches of hope, to help him change a little that black perspective he had. Wishing strongly that he would get the message from her, without ever realizing that it came from her, to avoid those typical awkward situations and meaningless explanations.
He wrote the beautiful song, however, when the day came, he burned it in the fireplace of her house and never sang it.
The peasant woman was brave, she had no absurd fears, however, that melody choked in her throat for fear that he would feel ashamed of her. She didn't want to see that expression of hers in her eyes, that expression that she had already seen in so many others, that expression of misinterpreting a nice gesture, of trying to humiliate her for her madness. And since she knew that not everyone understood her way of seeing things, she plunged into silence and shadows...
Sometimes, when she saw him, she hummed it close to him, hoping to send him that beautiful energy that would fill her life with joy and color from the bottom of her heart. And on occasion, she thought she saw the reflection of a smile on her face, which seemed to go in time with her secret intonation.
Dedicated to all those people, who take it for granted that the world is like that, and that nevertheless, the world surprises you sometimes, that it is "like that".
With all my love and respect.
