Did you ever really think how it would feel like? How it would feel like to be cloud of dust travelling with the wind?
Well, to be honest: I didn’t. Not until I read „The Daily Post„…
Let me tell you a story. A story about how it would be like to become a dust in the wind….
Let’s pretend: I know it is my last day among the living.
I get up, I get ready for the day because …. yeah… because no one wants to wear pajamas while doing whatever your heart longs for.
Just finished breakfast with the family. I really want to play with my siblings whatever they want to. I love them so much that I can’t imagine being without them.
Giving it a break and getting ready for another step: Visiting all my dear friends and the person I once loved more than anything else.
It might break may heart to see that smile again, to look in those mysterious eyes but I want to hug him. One last time at least. I really hope he lets me envelope him in a whole-hearted embrace. For that is what it would be.
I really don’t feel like wasting my last hours with something as unexceptional as eating but… that’s indispensable to life.
Thus I came up with this great idea: I am having barbecue with my whole family and all my friends. Eating, dancing, talking, joking, having fun,…
No one can deny that this is definetly a great idea!
Okay … some grumblers might argue that „this is NOT the most exciting activity one earth“ but it is certainly nothing I would regret.
Who would ever regret having fun with the people who are important to oneself?
Exactly. NO ONE !
Having enjoyed my beloved ones presence almost the entire day – there are yet some hours I need to spend alone.
I will visit all the places important to me: The house whrere I was born. A special stone of a special person on the cemetery, the clearing where I have spend so much time thinking and writing and relaxing, the pond where my first and last kiss with a certain person delighted me,…
There are just so many places, so many memories, I don’t want to leave anything out – no matter if it was rather good or rather sad….
Every memory is an important part in my life – of me – without making all those experiences I wouldn’t be who I am today. And I am happy to be this way!
Now it is time to say good bye to everyone…
I will miss them…. I really, really will…
But should I tell you a secret?
I WON’T EVER LEAVE THEM! I will accompany them
wherever they go
whatever they do
however they feel
I will be right there as dust in the wind
smiling at them
being there for when they want to feel my presence
I will be there and I will never leave.
Now how would it feel like to be dust in the wind?
I would feel released yet longing to be more than just a surrounding presence.
It would feel like freedom – not to be tied to the rules of the living.
But it would also feel like captivity – not being able to live anymore – to be bond to the winds, to travel with them and not having another choice…