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I could spend my day looking at people.
To walk anywhere, without a precise goal. To walk with them.
To look at them. Without judging.
Just looking, nothing more.
To watch them moving from a point to another.
To watch their walk. The way they dress.
Their facial expression at that precise moment.
The particularity of their features.
I tell myself that it is crazy. All this people. Moving. Who pass each other in a same place,
at a precise moment of the day... It's only a question of timing after all.
Two seconds would have sufficed for this people to maybe never pass each other,
and yet they pass each other, here, barely looking at each other.
These people all have a different life, a different journey, a peculiar story and peculiar thoughts.
All this, at the same time, in the same place...
When we think about it, it's exhilarating.
So I wonder.
I try to guess.
Maybe this person does this, maybe this person thinks that,
maybe he or she experienced this or that, or maybe not.
I wonder.
Perhaps that, among this people, someone would remember me,
remember seeing me, bumping into me, at this precise moment of the day.
Perhaps that among these people I bumped into today, I would bump into one of them later in my life.
Maybe we would talk to each other.
Maybe we would become friends.
Maybe we would fall in love with each other.
Maybe we would hate each other.
Maybe it would occur to us that we have nothing in common.
And we would walk on our own way, in opposite directions, without bumping into each other again.
And we would bump into other people.
Ceaselessly.
Some will be there for a moment, some will stay.
I like to think about it sometimes.
To watch people passing by.
To watch all this life.
In front of my wide open eyes.
Just looking at life.
Before going on my own way again.