I saw a very nice video the other day; a three year old girl is standing at a train station. Her father is filming her during their short wait. She´s overloaded with joy and excitement. Her entire face glows. She laughs and giggles,she cannot help to let her tiny arms go up and down. She opens and closes her hands many times, and then, her father tells her the train is coming... The train is coming! A real one, a powerful and huge machine, not a small plastic toy. She cannot find words to describe what she feels, she´s only three, her vocabulary is still incipient so as her life experiences. But the joy she feels! It might sound corny, but it made me think of the wonderful piece of music composed by the great Beethoven, his Ode to Joy. To me, this symphony is the close one can get, not to the idea of God, not in the religious sense, but to the feeling of divinity, to the realization of the miracle of being alive, seeing things, experiencing tastes, sounds, feeling one´s heart beating fast with exhilaration, what a wonderful word.
I was so touched because I realized that I´ve lost almost all this hability of seeing things for the first time. By thinking about it, my main excuse was that I have lived. Not for too long, but I kind of thought the things I could see for the first time were already few, which is a stupid argument, I know it well. Everytime we open our eyes to a new day, there are things we´re seeing for the first time.
So I tried. And, as I was stuck in trafic, I looked up, to the bright sky and paid attention to a pack of clouds, and I was amazed, truly amazed with the extreme beauty right there, over my head, a live spectacle, since clouds are being constantly changed by the winds.
I thought I should have taken a picture but I gave up, because, if I did stop to pick the cellphone, I would miss that instant. I don´t need a picture. The image is already engraved on my memory, as I believe the image of the her first train is in the mind of that little three year old girl.
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