There is a broken picture on the floor, by the wall.
Are YOU looking for it?
Is it yours? I think the picture might also be searching for someone to own it. Maybe somebody is on his way. Coming to save it. He’s just putting the keys in his car, turning on the engine, full of hope, and he’ll be on his way soon and get here standing on the threshold. Perhaps he will come in and save it. Save it before the hopes, before life leaves it. Hopes, when they leave the body, make a person die before death. It doesn’t matter if there is still life left. There simply isn’t much interest in breathing the last of breaths.
These hopes are like passengers who lost their way to reach somewhere. Reach somewhere good, somewhere where life was, perhaps what they had desired the most in their life. They have become the eternal traveler for their life. Could never reach somewhere, could never go back home, but just stay in this vicious journey for years and years, minutes and minutes, days and days, moments and moments, and perhaps every breath and breath. They have in their eyes what you may call the longing for life. The burden of the past and the sadness for the future. Because they have lost their destiny. They have lost their time. They have lost their souls, now they are lifeless. Trespassing on their own paths, reaching towards the infinity.
I pray from the bottom of my heart that you don’t become this lifeless and find your way. Well, it surely depends on what you’re seeking. Not all of us are in search of the same stone. Some don’t even know this, what they are searching for. Some of us have been wandering these drenched nights to just find out what they are looking for. What is it that’s keeping them awake, that isn’t leaving their thoughts, which has been living in their head, rent-free, and is simply unnamed yet. It is still to be discovered, and still to be seen.
May you get what you are looking for, you get to know what you are seeking. You could name that misery, that problem, and then simply find that hidden stone of your life. That you don’t have to be this much aimless and pathless in your life. And you could be the good old passenger who reached those destinations. And I really hope the most that these passengers, one day, after completing some eternities, finally get their homes, get back to the soundness of their walls, and actually be at peace.
So, I hope that someone reaches the picture while hopes are alive and that someone is able to pick it up in time and won’t be late and actually place it back to where it wanted to be so the dirt of time won’t affect the sanity of it.
