Sometimes, I just look at some people and get this gut-wrenching feeling that they are nothing but a disaster waiting to happen. In fact, what isn’t?
Everything around us, the clouds, the sun, the moon, the beautiful babbling brook! All of it, a disaster waiting to happen!
Though it isn’t the same with people.
All these people full of thoughts and emotions and insight! Oh my God, so much insight!! I cannot even imagine being them. I don’t understand why I always, always end up worrying about them. One might peg me for a pessimist, but the thing is that I am not because this worrying doesn’t happen for just anyone, it’s a very specific, a very peculiar kind of group of people, a group that prefers to be left alone, yet screams for attention through their eyes, their work, their stories! I am short of words for describing these people.
Most of the time, I tend to fall in love with these kinds. They are the ones most precious to me and they are the ones I’ll keep with me forever. I know how to keep people in my life forever.
It takes effort. Surprisingly, not as much as you might think.
Honestly, I haven’t lived much yet, I haven’t met enough people, but among the few I have, I swear, I have collected some gems, but I worry.
I worry that the calmly flowing brook, babbling over the stones underneath will not be the same always. The stones will become rocks and the rocks will be mountains and something or someone along the way will ruin the flow. My precious brook will be gone because I know it is a disaster waiting to happen and I don’t know how to stop it.
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