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Footsteps on the snow
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Footsteps on the snow The weathermen were more than right and last night it snowed very heavily. We even had it downtown which is very rare because of the temperature’s two or three degrees more than the average of the area, the many high buildings and the almost legendary pollution of Athens. Exactly because such a thing happens very rarely in our city when I was a I was very happy when it did…But not any more, not since many years ago. Now the only thing that snow does for me is to make me wanting to go for a long walk in it, either alone to clean and collect my mind or with some good company, preferably somebody special and have some fun. But that’s about it, nothing more than that…I haven’t been born in Alaska or something as to being used living with the snow all the time and so I couldn’t care less about it, in fact nowadays I see it as a kind of serious trouble when you are in the city. You can’t even go for that long walk in here, you have to go to the nearby mountains at the outskirts of the city…So what’s really the use of it? «But why?» somebody might ask. «Snow is such a beautiful thing...». Of course it is, I’m not saying the opposite. And it’s exactly its beauty that mostly makes it a trouble for me...You see there are many kinds of beauty as there are many factors regarding each one of them except the joy that it gives to us. Many factors and as many ways to look at beauty each time, many alternative «views» or «angles» to it if you like. And, to put it simply, I don’t like any kind of beauty that it is somehow<b> numbing...</font></b>What do I mean? Let’s suppose that you are driving on a small countryside road, it’s late at night and suddenly it starts to snow extremely heavily. Temperature’s too low, the engine freezes almost immediately while the road is already almost closed cause of the snowfall. You have to look for some shelter for the night...Fortunately you are still able to see through the thick snow a small abandoned hut less than a mile to the left and of course you rush there. The luck’s on your side, not only there are no holes or anything to it but also there is a fire place and some wood ready to be burned. You thank mentally the good farmer that provided for you without even knowing it, put on the fire and go to sleep feeling protected, cosy and warm. How nice! And it’s even nicer when you wake up the next morning...Snow has stopped falling but it was so much that everything is under a white carpet. What a lovely vision, what a wonderful view! But take a closer look and think a little more and suddenly the idyllic white landscape starts to appear not as friendly and pleasant as it seems...First of all you have to go back to your car. But you are in a totally unknown place, there could be anything under the snow, a hole in the ground, some kind of trap or obstacle. So you’ll have to walk with very extra care...And what’s that? A line of footsteps on the snow? And they are not yours, you had come from the opposite direction...A line of footsteps almost reaching up to the hut? Coming? Going? And belonging to whom? Just to a passing stranger? A friend? Or foe? And why you hadn’t heard anything when that somebody was so close to the hut? Because the snow silences any sound, nobody and nothing can be heard when moving through it or walking on it...Out of a sudden and although the sun shines over that so ‒ very - clean and pure, magnificent white blanket you feel a lot less protected and secure than the previous night... I think that, give or take some necessary changes, almost the same can be said for other kinds of beauty, those that we have in life itself and not only in the environment. For many people the aesthetic pleasure that beauty (both the literal and metaphorical one) brings is more than enough. If it works for them, if that is good for them then it’s more than fine by me! But let’s not forget the universally accepted saying that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder which is proven by the fact that we can have very different opinions and even views on beauty than people with whom otherwise we have very much alike takes on life. Not to mention that many times we’ll surprise ourselves by finding beautiful something or someone that is totally against our «standards» for beauty, if there is really such a thing... So I think that I have the right to say to say that personally I go with that Billy Joel line, «I don’t want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies». In every possible sense of that sentence that there can ever be...I really don’t like that much the beauty of snow. Because if every beauty is very fragile by its nature the snow’s beauty is even more than that, you can’t even touch it without ruining it. And it is way too fickle than all the other kinds of beauty, too temporary, really ephemeral. But most of all it’s a transparent beauty, it doesn’t really make the ugly things even a bit more pretty, it just covers, hides, masquerades them. You see I always hated anything hidden or covered, for me that is just...fake. That’s why I think that beautiful is only what is true, as simple as that. And there isn’t anything more true, more real than reality itself...Reality with all its beauty but with all of its weaknesses, flaws and imperfections too. That’s why I can’t stand snow for too long...I’ll may admire briefly its perfect, impeccable whiteness but very soon I just want to shake it off completely from anything and just let it melt, literally and metaphorically too. As to be able to see every trap and obstacle that reality holds...And also to see clearly the footsteps in the mud, to know if they are coming or leaving. But, more than everything, to be able to hear the sound of those footsteps. It’s the only way to know to whom they belong too, to be sure that they are human beings far from perfect maybe, with their «ugly» parts or points but real, just like I am...Not some more than perfect white snow ghosts that you don’t know where they are coming from and where they are going to, what is their mood and will, what they are thinking and feeling. Some ghosts who are going to melt anyway with the first sunrays of the morning, leaving you only with a beautiful nothing...And that, whatever way you may choose to look at it, can’t be anything else than total emptiness. Just me but with all the ego left at the door... |
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I love watching snow,i enjoy sking in it,mountain retreat log fire and a loved one at my side,but in the City,its lovely to watch from a window,its whiteness and innocents but once it turns to grey and slushy then it is horrible, the innocents lost,the beauty gone and the ugliness once again returned. I'm a   and i'm here to stay
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ha ha we will debate it on Friday I'm a and i'm here to stay
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which two words might they be I'm a and i'm here to stay
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2/17/2008 1:05 pm |
well i do buddy somebody to tell me even pretty lies as says my profile too with another mean of course which i believe you can understand......... anyway indeed there are so many different ways tosee a beauty....speaking on myself here.... my darkness guides me always show me the way to light and sooner or later to the right view of it...in fact right now just watch its perfection...... clown in the shadows
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2/17/2008 4:43 pm |
Just watching the show falling....i wish i could just had someone in my arms... i really liked it...
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