On the sidewalk of a shopping street, rodents slink around avoiding men and women, while above, people head towards destinations I can’t imagine.
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I bring in my life the motto of satisfying my desires, attracting like-minded people to imprint my fulfillment on me and I rejoice in the achievements of those who are close to me. However, what if I, a saleswoman among thousands of stores on these streets and avenues, managed to know the finish line of others, those whose haste is perceived from a block away?
In the midst of variable possibilities, I could discover: a hug from an owner to his kitty at the end of the afternoon and in that the cuddling bond that only the two of them built and I was not included; a begonia, perhaps wilted, getting water from a little lady and in gratitude the day after, standing out among the small flowerpots.
And if I went further, I would enter these daily routines and would go deeper into the eyes of those who see me on the other side of the counter. As the owner of this mythical non-existent mind, I would have the solution for an elderly woman to remember the plant in her backyard and I would also install the warmth of my family, in those who self-destructed. I feel that if they had smiled in an instant of conquest of their own, they would have avoided this destruction.
Now, what if these unfamiliar faces switched places with me? Surely these people, at some point in the meantime, would ask similar questions, because they are natural doubts that arise to populate our minds. Just empty the shop and the imaginations will come.
