Berna's third blog

Listening to some Blues. It’s raining outside.

I was awakened this morning by the phone. After a short conversation I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. Instead, I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, and listening the street noises.

I like sometimes to rest, close my eyes and concentrate in the sounds that I normally neglect. This morning I heard the birds and the wind tapping my window shade. I was conscious of my wild strawberry growing in the balcony. It has some immature strawberries, and I thought that it was nice to see how this all came from a seed. I’ve been looking at it while growing, during the winter when I thought it was going to die, and now in the spring, being splendorous and giving fruits.

It’s been a while since I don’t feel a connection with nature. I’ve been busy and abstracted from my surroundings, but the truth is that I currently live in a beautiful part of the planet.
I’ve realized how banal are those things that identifies cultures. I mean, looking at the big picture, we are but a bunch of atoms stick together, looking at the night sky, asking themselves questions that don’t have a specific answer. Our different cultures are the product of years trying to answer those questions. But I feel like I can overcome those things and remain outside, observing our manners and how we have evolved through hundreds of years. I look at the immensity of the universe, and at a small achene in a strawberry, and any question I could have dissolves. Nothing matters anymore, time and space are both subjective and irrelevant, and whatever worries that preoccupied me in the past fade away, leaving just one thing, one last question.

Happiness.