“While they are still alive, people can become ghosts” (Kafka On the Shore – Haruki Murakami)
I have never been closer to someone’s frustration and fear of rejection than in the last 24 hours.
Have you ever looked at someone’s eyes and all you can see is hatred and anger ? The words are hard, the voice of despair and anger, the body smell of failure, the whole world is to be blamed.
Have you ever looked at someone’s eyes and thought that one more second of that gaze and your beliefs and world would be ruined forever.
I have never considered someone as an ugly person. I have never dealt with violence and bad intentions. I embrace life and the world with the idea that if I can see beauty in everything in the roughest condition, someone else could see it too. If I could share my optimism, someone else can feel it too.
I have encountered ugliness during the last 24 hours. It shook me quite badly. I almost felt lost.
I don’t believe in mean people. I can’t believe in ugly souls.
I was scared this weekend.
I was scared that such encounter would change me.
Here I am, praying to find peace and love again.
Luckily I received words of comfort from my dearest friend from far away, I found back beauty. In him.