A man walks through the street market, aimless as it may seem, he is actually observant. Observant and yet dismissive. He looks at the different fruits, bread and antiques. Nothing there constitutes an important purpose for financial or any satisfying reasons. Of course, he would toss a coin for an apple, a human body needs nutrients to survive.
He didn't care. He didn't care to pass through the crowd invisibly. He himself was not concerned if random people would care for his presence. He would care if any of those people would be in danger, perhaps. He had a mission, walking around that market, but even that was indifferent to him. He didn't care. He simply was. Was there. Was on a task. Was. As simple, indifferent and empty.
Making his way to the exit he was, when from his angle he could see old people gossiping.
"Look at him, disgraceful,.."
"Don't say that! He's the- "
*collective gasp*
The man is seen walking away from the market with his eyes closed.
Fame, titles, honours. Those things feel good when you are on top of the world, but it's only when are all alone that you truly see the nothingness they represent. Are goals, structure and creativity worth it then? Well certainly. Goals aim to better you, have you achieve something more, through obstacles and learning, once you reach it, you'll value even more its journey til there, but I once heard what matters most is not the journey, but the company.
Structure and creativity are important too, they keep on your track while allowing you to aim for more things and thus get new goals. They're a part of oneself. How we organise our days and what we like to do, what we'd like to do. But what happens when we can't feel ourselves, when there's nothing or no one capable of waking up that side of ours?
The man walked alone. But he did not care. Or did he?
