The unspoken words

A jump in the darkness

    The sun always rises from the east, melting at sunrise in beautiful colors, a mixture of orange, yellow, red. It slowly turns the sky red and climbs until he reaches the top. And it stands, proudly and gracefully, looking at the world from above, illuminating it. Throwing its rays around, like torrential rain. Rain of smiles, warmth, happiness ... Rain that we know will stop once. Because even though we are aware that this rain is good and pleasing to us, we know that the cold wind can suddenly blow and destroy everything. But still, we enjoy it without caring about anything.  We persist in the moment. Wherever we turn, we see beauty, life, joy, nature that laughs and greens around us. No leaves turned yellow, no trees withered. It seems that autumn has never been, nor will it ever be. It always seems like summer. Warm and even hot, but always sunny with a beautiful summer rain that you would not replace for anything.  

    And so, playing in the rain, we do not realize what time it is, what day it is or what year. And suddenly, everything around fades. The greenery turns to gray, the green leaves begin to fall and turn yellow, the nature around begins to disappear and as the colors of the portrait all the shades begin to melt and unravel. Like an old facade they begin to crumble and the crumbs fall on our backs. We wonder why? Maybe because it was never summer? Maybe because it was the winter sun, which was only ostensibly warm? And we realize that we have seen things from the angle that suited us. From the wrong. Thinking we were going to the light, we were going to the darkness. Deep, invisible. So invisible. And in fact, we made a huge leap into the darkness, thinking we were heading for something brighter, even though it was an optical illusion.

    And it is all a product of our high expectations and ideas. Too much hope, too much input into the game, and no result. Thinking that we will be able to cross the bridge, at one point we realize that it is a suspension bridge that breaks halfway and we stay on the same side, where we have been before. Optimism may be a wonderful view. That everything is pink, and everything will be as it should be. Usually a theoretical point of view, a theoretical construction that can only survive in the minds of those who close their minds to reality. However, that optimism is the bearer of the biggest mistakes and haste. Mistakes that the sun did not entice, running to his arms - not realizing that he was announcing the cold winter. And yes, we always forget facts that are more than obvious - there is a December sun, right?