Blanita inocenta

Ma intreb mereu ce au creaturile de proportii reduse, sau mai bine zis, animalutele astea mici cu puful de pe cozi valvoi si urechile vesnic atente. Ce au ele asa de ascuns si de mistic incat reusesc sa trezeasca instinctul matern in orice femeie sau fata? Poate o trasatura genetica in plus, o atributie spirituala in plus, o sclipire in ochi mai gingasa. Toate sunt motive cat de cat plauzibile, s-ar spune, nu?

In fond, tu nu te simti mai cald putin inauntrul pieptului, ca un impuls necunoscut sa iubesti, cand mangai blanita unui pui de Labrador? Sau a unei pisici ametite de somn, care toarce pe negandite? Sau atunci cand mergeai la bunici si erai un copil mic si bun si te furisai in toiul iernii la iedul acela sa nu-i fie urat singur, in frig?Oare iti amintesti? Avalansa de zambete si intelegere doar la vedere unei astfel de creaturie azi mai putin sesizabila, dar te asigur, exista.

Nu stiu. Nu stiu ce sa cred, de ce sa ma conving singura. Sa fie hotarare divina? Asa am fi putut spune si cu privire la tunete si fulgere si nu ne-am fi deranjat sa le cercetam, deci nu. Poate. Poate e pustiul din mine si din tine care vede un partener de suferinta in animalut. Amandoi sunt mici si se simt neajutorati, ignorati, dezinformati si vor sa creasca mari, sa-ti rosteasca oful. Ce au ele, unde le e secretul? Sub blana, deasupra blanii, sau e chiar blana?

Poate e chiar blana, cine zice ca nu. Dupa o zi grea, istovitoare ne intreptam spre pat sa ne odihnim trupul. Eu cred ca si mintea. Moalele plapumii e siguranta noastra, pajistea verde a mintii noastre, unde stam cu ochii inchisi, imaginand doar norii. Blanita lui ne e plapuma. Poate.

Teorie peste teorie. Unele mai aberante ca altele, insa majoritatea destul de plauzibile. Apoi... eu de ce caut sa explic ceva atat de natural pana la urma? E atat de simplu.

De ce ne iubim animalele?

Fiindca sunt frumoase, vesele si se zbenguie. Fiindca in toata euforia lor uitam de problemele lumesti si intram si noi in joc. Pentru ca in ochii lor aprinsi putem vedea cea mai pura si sincera inocenta. Pentru ca au nevoie de noi sa-i alintam si sa-i protejam de ce si cine le-ar face rau, iara noua ne place sa ne simtim needed. Pentru ca ei sunt plapuma noastra. Fiindca ei au o idée criminala in minus. Si pentru ca ei sunt chiar noi, minunatii de noi, fara de ingredientul ura gratuita.

Ma intreb uneori. Un om ce alege sa nu trateze cu pic compasiune si intelegere un biet animal, oare cum va trata oamenii de langa el?

My heart-shaped box

It was a cool August night. All was quiet and peaceful in my house as my parents and older brother were sleeping in their rooms. I was lying in my bed, trying to fall asleep at least for a moment, much like I had done every night. My room seemed very dark and gloomy. The Moon was barely noticeable because of the dragon-like clouds dangling on the summer sky. Heh. In my mind, they were trying to make the stars jealous.

After a while, my eyes finally closed. Just as I thought my pain and my insomnia were cured, the window violently blew open and woke me. What a brief taste of freedom. 'Predictable…' I said to myself and sighed heavily. I was getting so frustrated, I decided to do something irresponsible, get my thoughts together. Within five minutes I had my jacket and my back-pack on. I tried to be as quiet as possible as not to disturb my family's' slumber. Before I knew it, I was climbing out the window of my two stories home. Everything was happening so quickly in my head; I barely even noticed I had scratched my knee.

Initially, I took a minute to examine my surroundings and, for the very first time, truly look at them. I felt as if this would be the last time I ever saw my neighbor's cat sleeping on the porch , our freshly cut lawn or our strawberry red front door. So many memories all packed in a heart shaped box.

Meanwhile, the sun was beginning to rise, so I knew I had to hurry. The funny thing is, I had no idea where I was heading to. In spite of this, my level of determination was sky-high and I wouldn't have stopped for the World.

After walking what to me seemed like hundreds of miles, nothing around me seemed familiar anymore. It all felt cold and unknown. Then, I realized it. The pain in my knee was gone, so was the blood and so was the rest of my physical suffering. It was replaced with a greater pain, almost unreal, inhuman, a pain of the heart I had never experienced before. Where was I, where was my mother, where was my mind..

I had died in my sleep and I was now missing my heart shaped box.