In the fast moving train bringing me from one place to another, I looked out of the window and saw a pasture. Just an ordinary green landscape of The Lowlands I have seen many times before. With the cows. A herd of them. Just lying there, lazily, enjoying the weather with each other’s company. Nothing worth writing about, until I saw another cow, on the other side of the field, walking far away from the others. My eyes followed the cow, while my train passed by, and I turned my head to see a glimpse of what was left to see. Curious about where she was going. I saw her turning at the edge. Perhaps she was just exploring the field. Bored from all the laziness.
I noticed that she put a smile on my face. Because I recognised myself in her.
Sometimes we have to embark on a journey of our own; to see what is more to see of life – and live what is authentically ours to live. If that means we have to do it alone, it only means we did not let us be stopped by anyone who did not want to join.
At the end of our life, it is a journey we all have to make; sometimes with good company, and sometimes with roads solitarily our own. If we are lucky, we may meet some fellow travellers on our journey. People – if not just like us – who’ll at least believe in us.
July 18, 2019