The space we occupy is almost insignificant, if we really think about it. We are like tiny grains of sand, like a single drop of water, in the countless oceans of deserts that compose our cities and our worlds. In that tiny space, we are random leaves, flying or grounded. We cross each other’s paths almost imperceptibly, completely invisible in each other’s eyes. Until that one person that cuts right through it all, and finds our beating hearts with just one look.
We leave fragments of our souls everywhere we go. In the people we meet along the way, in the smiles we scatter like fairy dust and in the cobbled stones we lightly tread. Those fragments are Imprinted forever in the hands of time; they are carved like marble in the dissolute fabrics of space, they are pressed like diamonds in the spirits of those who ventured to feel and there they live long after we are gone. Just as we carry those places and hearts with us, as memories and dreams, so too, they still carry us. We keep it all alive, as beauty and magic, pulsating within our veins.
This art installation, named Le miroir de l’eau, placed across from Place de la Bourse and designed by landscape artist Michel Corajoud is composed of about 2 cm of water which alternates in depth and rhythm, creating beautiful reflections of the heavens, the architecture and the children whom run around as if they are walking on clouds. I’m pretty sure the pictures on my Leica are muchhhh better… when I get home.
It’s easy to grow bitter, it’s far too simple to grow sour, resentful and forget to care for anything or anyone because we think they are not worthy of our attention or love. It’s far too elementary to choose the darkness because we were hurt, bruised or forgotten. But that’s not who we are. It’s not what makes us human, it’s not what makes us worthy, and it’s definitely not what makes us true. Living is fighting for the light, not caving into the shattered grounds of an uncomplicated life. Living is choosing to be a lightness of existence despite the pain. It is believing in the good, the noble and the true. And for that, there is no space for resentments or bitterness, ever. There is merely a space for growth and for counting shooting stars.
We do not know how to endure. We want the depth, without the distance; the love, without the pain. We do not know how to be patient. We want the bliss, without the solitude; the forever without the steadiness of the today. We do not know how to be strong. We want the surrender, without the inevitable vulnerability; the ecstatic heart, without the melancholy of the soul. But can we ever really have the roses without the thorns? Can a butterfly ever fly without growing in a tight cocoon? It takes time, patience, courage and fortitude to become who we are supposed to so that we can live what is meant to be. And there is nothing on the other side of the today that is certain, just the promise that lives inside our beating hearts that makes it all ok… but one thing is certain: if we do not learn to persevere and if we do not keep growing and evolving, bravely and steadily, if we do not follow the whispers and the revolving dreams, we are nothing, because that is the moment when we will have forgotten and neglected the only thing worth living for……