Earth Hour, My Hour..

By Atashee Sinha
Frankfurt, Germany

It was dark… I was alone… I had one long hour for me only. Enough time to think about important things, about “life, love and other drugs”, to paraphrase a movie I’ve seen a while ago...

When we are young, we think that our life will last forever. We think we are invincible and we can do whatever we want. But somewhere, in the hidden corner of our subconscious, there is the thought that, someday, all these will end… but, again, we believe there is enough time to worry about that… for now, we just want to live, to love, to experience, to create, to live our life. But what happens when someone is alone, like I am… What happens with me? And here starts the “selfish”behavior: I need, I want, I wish, I love, I hate, the big I enters in picture and makes everything so personal… look at me: “Earth hour, my hour”! The world, my world, is different and, of course, I think it is the best from all possible worlds. Not because it really is the best, but because I think so. Same thing applies to people. If I love someone, I believe he is the best man in the world, the most handsome one, the most talented, the cutest and sweetest person… but in reality he is not like that. He is just a man, with good qualities and bad behavior. A simple man. Because I love him, I see him different. I want him to be different, but he is not.

Family, friends, lovers… people around us are different. There are so many things that separate us, so many “castes of mind” that stay between us. But in the end, all of us are equal. And alone. And if the man I love hurts me or makes me happy… in the end it doesn’t really matter… nobody will ever know the truth … and, probably, nobody cares.

Life is good when people you love are good. Simple. Everything happens as it should. Karma? I don’t know about that… but I am looking forward for the next meeting…