Rays of Sun

Maybe I am getting older or life is slowing down, but I cannot force myself into the hours of work anymore. I rather sit on a bench and look at the sunset, for hours. Savouring the silence between me and the hills in the distance.

I rather stay, hiding, in someone's embrace, hoping that they will hold me for a little while longer, and we will share that heartbeat between us.

I rather laugh for something daily and then cry, for another goodbye. I rather feel my heart breaking, only so that it is afterward pouring love from the cracks. I rather feel, than hurrying behind this dream or another.

I rather pray, pray with my eyes facing the sun rays in the cathedral. I rather pray than try to keep it all together. I rather let it break, let it fall apart in my feet, so later I can recreate it from the sands, letting my hands give life to new shapes.

I rather give up and start again, searching for my humbleness, than walk with pride to cover my sadness.

I rather love. Love in the disrupted way, in the storylines, in this moment between one hug and another, with no words, or between the languages that stop us from understanding. I rather love than make my logic explain it.

I rather live. Imperfectly, just as those words. Sometimes wrong. Clumsy. Stumbling toward another beginning. I rather live, carrying my little burdens and enjoying the poppies on the way. I rather be!

I Rather be! Rather be than not to be. And no for a reason, just like that. For that moment, or those hands, or this laughter, or that silence... for love.

Dedicated to my stay in Thabarwa Nature Center EU and one beautiful moment of connection