If I had an opinion... I would keep it for myself.

Why it all started

Imagine, please close your eyes and imagine the description you’re about to read.
The air is dancing dressed as a cold breeze with the rays of sun that shine in the first hours of the morning. The result is beautiful to feel. Is not cold or hot, it’s just the ideal temperature we often desire.
Not only that, close your eyes again and keep awake the imagination with colourful green trees moved by the dance of the wind, near a not so crystalline yet blue lake located in the centre of the town park.
A young guy is walking through the grass in the middle of such amazing spectacle of the nature.
-“Really refreshing”. The boy stopped his calm and paused walk to take a dozen of deep breaths.
Yes, he knows how to take his time and don’t rush about it.
-“Really refreshing, to wake up another day”.
The legs got back at moving and approached the river of the lake. He then proceeded to sit.
The young boy didn’t limit to look, he decided to live that moment. To live the moment. To live.
All that peace could not be disturbed by the chirping of the birds, the barking of the dogs and the distant chit-chat from other persons walking through the park. Those completed the morning orchestra that was playing for the dance of the wind and the sun.
Yet, a vibration with a small different melody could be heard by his pocket. It was a call.
The phone rings...rings...rings...but no answer.
Silence.
But the unfitting rings had the best and obliged the boy to answer.
-“Where are you?”
-“Sitting at the park.”
-“Wait for me. I’ll be there in 20.”
-“It’s 8 in the morning...aren’t you busy?”
-“Someone had waken up without the blanket and absorbed the cold itself.”
A small, delicate laugh reached the ear of the boy. He just listened.
-“Like I said, wait for me. If you move, I will surely find you.”
-“Fine...It’s too early to play hide and seek but come and find me.”
His fingers pressed the red button and placed the phone on the grass.
Now he only must wait.
The sun was not hitting him directly, leaving the boy in more companion of the breeze. Couldn’t help but to accommodate his legs up to his chest, for then place his face between them and hug himself with his arms.
Nice. Cozy. Again, the ideal warm we often desire.
The fatigue of the past days was having the best over him. The eyes were in a fight to stay open but closed down seemed a better idea.
“It feels so nice” He thought.
“There is no harm if I just let myself...g-”
-“THERE YOU ARE!” Suddenly, his eyes were wide open as a girl came from behind and covered with the hands his sight.
Eyes wide open, to see nothing but darkness.
-“You were fast...and noisy...”
-“Wow. You cannot let me be happy. And it’s just 8 am boy.”
A cute smile born on her face although he could not see her.
-“What if my happiness differs from yours?”
She seated next to him permitting her figure be the first one his eyes will catch.
-“In that case we just need to find the balance of happiness. Not necessarily stop or apart from it”
-“Always an answer ready.”  Sayed with a timid smile.
Her hand lightly moved until reach his shoulder.
-“I brought you breakfast.”
-“What about?”
-“Flaxseed crackers, hot tea and some apples. I know you like them.”
Keeping her hand on the shoulder, she grabbed the picnic chest with the other one and leaned it towards him. Like a treasure, the chest was opened and the items inside, appeared more valuable than shiny gold.
With a little of surprise, he said,
-“You made it yourself.” After closing his eyes to thank God for the food it was just a matter of seconds before the cracker reached his mouth.
-“I made them yesterday. The tea is from today. That is why, I asked for some time.”
With a cracker in his mouth, he turns the head to hers. After the last munch, he says,
-“Thank you.”
-“I am here” Singed as they were the lyrics of a song
-“Why?”
-“I decided to take a day off. I need some time. Some time like this. And I know you too.”
His answer was just a smile. A big smile that got bigger as they were sharing a simple meal at the front of the lake.
The time pass by, and the sun kept dancing forward, reaching his rays up to the young duo near the pine tree.
Her head ended over his shoulder; she, being in a comfortable position while he, not in a very comfortable one. But he didn’t matter. Again, he was living the moment. He was living.
While the silence ruled over them after breakfast, she scrolled through her phone looking at the town and world news. Reaching the phone to his eyes she asked with concern,
-“What do you think about it?”
-“You know my answer Zaralis.”
-“Wich is...?”
The young boy sighed.
-“That’s our world right now. Meanwhile we are here, in total peace, in the other side of the world someone may have an accident. Someone may die. Others are in war. But about that special occurrence... If I have an opinion, I'll keep it for myself.”
-“Why not sharing it?”
-“Why so?” replied with an reluctant tone of voice, probably for the answer he didn't want to give.
-“I think is fine to share your view of the world panorama. May open other people eyes. Or better said, minds.” She rolled her head upwards to establish an eye contact with him and said, “By other people I just refer to me, for this occasion.”
-“Are you worried about it?”
-“About the news I showed you or about your view of the world panorama?”
The sincere laugh coming from his mouth distressed the serious air that was settling between them.
-“World panorama” Said into laughs “Seriously you have a great inventive for words.”
She moved her head back on place, looking at the phone again.
-“Opinions are just that. Opinions. It is a personal belief over a situation. It is just...just one's perception on how the matters are going and how they should be, in body and solution.”
Zaralis received this as a little poem she was interest in. She wanted to hear more from this poet and to do so decided to put away her phone.
- “My attention is all yours.” Responded shortly
- “I would like to express me fully, but it won't change the situation. I can talk about it, but if I am in favour... Won't add any good. If I’m against, won’t do any better. It's just an opinion. My point of view...”
- “Well, in my opinion...” started saying imitating his tone “Someone thoughts are more powerful than what they think.”
The uncomfortable position for the boy comes to an end since she decides to place herself in the proper position to look at his eyes.
- “Everybody’s voice counts. A kid is already strong enough to make a change. Age is not a demeritorious factor, can help to make the impact even greater. And they may have just shared their opinion.” She affirmed.
- “That is what they want you to believe”.
- “Oh, don’t be so hard on humanity.”
- “I’m just being moderate to be honest.”
- “That was just my opinion.” Expressed with a guilt-free voice.
Both young boys laughed, filling for a couple of moments the area with a different combination of sounds played by their lips.
- “Ok. Talking back between you and me, I honestly know that open up my opinion with you is going to benefit in nothing. May only worry you more or create a contradiction I’m not willing to stress with.”
- “Then why only sharing it with me?”
- “I actually don’t.”
She presses her index finger into his forehead with a little amount of strength.
- “You know what I meant. Why limit yourself to only one person? If a major number could hear your voice, all together could make a nice uproar.”
- “humph. I don’t like uproars. They’re messy, and not the football player.”
Again, Zaralis couldn’t hold a smile after hearing him and the combination of his words.
- “I would like to laugh but then that'll make you happy, and for such terrible joke you don’t deserve it.”
- “That’s your opinion. I believe I do own it.” Answered with a satisfactory smile stamped on his face.
- “But really. Haven’t you thought about sharing your opinions in a larger scale? Many people do it and for others is a help to decide in which side be with. It can be read by a powerful person and animate to make a change. You will be able to share your world panorama.”
- “No.”
- “You remember the help you landed me with some writings?
- “Of course. Always been at your rescue when it comes to a helpless princess facing the ferocious dragon of grades.” Told while delicately bowing in his seated position, reaching his chest with the right arm and shaking the left one with a funny grace.
- “They were not meant for a great audience. Yet you wrote them quite beautifully.”
- “The result has many variables. If your motivation is charming the audience and not sharing to them your reality, there are some problems.”
- “Even if you don’t share them with the world, you should discharge the weight of your thoughts on some ink and paper. Surely will help your brain to lose some weight. Don't you agree Arnold?”
Arnold focused his look of opened eyes and twisted mouth, while watching some of the tallest grass being moved by the wind.
Think, think, think young man.
- “Why you try so hard to make me talk?”
- “I just want to help you.”
- “Out there a massive number of persons are giving their opinions. Mine would just be another more. Plus, all that disaster of being in favour and against someone is out of my league of patience.”
- “And what is your opinion on this disaster? I know you already have a solution to your problem.” Insisted with a calmed voice.
- “Like always, your mouth is steady in the ready line to race to other ears.”
- “A gift, I say.”
- “You see, I was spinning that disaster into my mind and... Somebody opinion is neither bad nor good. Opinions just crash against each other. The difference trough them is what diverge human thinking.”
A pause will follow. The day has been passing, and the hours jumped into that running train which destination was the end of the sunny rays.
- “When you force your opinion to be better than others, come one of the biggest problems.” Continued “Opinions also are not based on nothing. They are the result of previous study, experience or even only having listened to a somebody talk on a matter. All of which becomes part of the person. That is why opinions are hard to handle. Most of everybody wants to believe their fundamentals are true, correct and solution. If we cannot agree on the foundations of the house, how do you expect to erect the building?”
- “So, we should agree on everything?”
- “Not on everything, but on the origin of our opinions. That filter must have a common denominator. If not, what is good for me can be bad for somebody else. The reason, I believe, we cannot agree on many, many, many, many points in life.”
- “And what should be humanity starting point?”
- “Oh, that I will keep it for myself.”
- “You want to keep the trunk hidden while showing the brushes? Illogic.”
- “Haha I haven’t seen it like that.”
She looked at him waiting for the answer. The look on his eyes was serious, a little worried she might think. The conversation was traveling through a serious route, but between them, was surely not the first time and wouldn’t be the last, she reassured herself.
Her respiration and her attention could not be measured. If so, a world record may be awarded.
Isn’t like that when we listen to someone we care, in a moment we care?

He opened his mouth to answer and said - “It’s a famous book, I dare say the most famous one. Was written centuries and centuries ago, a recompilation of the writing of around 40 persons on subjects of all matter. They are all from different periods yet managed to express the same concepts: everyone with his unique way of communication...A book that trespasses culture, religion, morality, and justice.”
-” Title of this book?”
-” The Bible.”
-” You think that everyone should take the Bible as the depositary of their thoughts, ideas and actions?”
-” If understood in the right way, surely. I believe.”
-” In the right way?”
Just a second after the las word was spoken Zaralis phone started to ring, putting to an end the harmonious conversation under the sun rays, at the lake border.
After hearing the person at the other end, nodding and answering “yes” in a continued sequence, she hangs the call. Looking at him in the eyes she smiled.
-” I must go... I’m sorry.”
-“ l'm surprised you stayed all the morning with me. Thank you. I did need it.”
-” Our conversation has not ended. Don’t fill all your schedule and lend me some time, alright?”
-” Will surely do. Don’t worry. If I have one opinion, I will write it to you.”
Zaralis was glowing of joy. They both were. They both enjoyed the time.
Arnold looks at the clock. 12:43.
-” Well, I guess it’s time to go too.”
Calmly raised up, did a little and weird stretching using all the extremities of his body to appear as a tube man to the eyes of the other civils near and far to him.
Then, proceeded to walk home.
“Nice day” He thought “A very nice day”