GO TO THE WINDOW
It’s
Christmas. If you are in the middle of a loud and rich crowd right now,
leave your champagne glass and go to the window. If you are with your
family and you are neither very glad nor very sad, but rather worried
about the day of tomorrow, get up and go to the window. If you are alone
and it’s dark and hopeless around you, get up and go to the window. If
you don’t have a window because you don’t have a house, and sleep under
the open sky, just look up! Did you see it? This is her – the little
match girl. She is here every year at this time. For hundred and sixty
three years already. You know, I think she is eternal. Do you want to be
eternal? I don’t. I don’t want to be afraid for an eternity whether
tomorrow will be worse than today. I don’t want it to be dark and
hopeless around me for an eternity, even less I desire to sleep under
the open sky for an eternity. And she likes being eternal. And she
probably has a good reason. Maybe, if I knew the meaning of everything
around me and who needs the pain and the desperation and the little
moments of joy, I would want to be eternal too. Probably she knows the
meaning of all that and comes every year to tell us.