Today we are talking about the streets. As simple as that. Don’t worry, nothing philosophical. I will leave the rocket science discussion for later. Please relax, take your shoes off if you want – barefoot is acceptable – and come. Can’t promise we won’t get lost.
I feel like there are millions of stories to be told. From the smallest insect crossing the road to the biggest skyscraper, they are all written in colours. And here we are, somewhere in between, us, human beings. And above all, a ticking clock.
Time. Our beloved, fleeting time.
The artists of the streets who’s got the brushes and the colours. Just because we don’t always understand the painting it does not mean that it’s less beautiful.
You see, sometimes we need to step back from the crowd. Think. Rest. Absorb. Breathe. Right there, on the side. It won’t be so bad, I promise. Forget about all the what-ifs and other infant questions.
Give yourself time, but don’t get too comfortable. There are so many ventures waiting for you on this planet.
You don’t want to miss the next painting, the next street, the next opportunity, the next risk, the next disappointment, the next blessing. You don’t wanna miss your life.
How will you ever find out which one is your painting?
If only they could talk, if only we could listen.
Nice talk about the streets, right?
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.
Mother Theresa
Cami's London 