Sitting behind a computer causes many people to look outside in wonder more often. When someone is exposed to much of the same, it's quite easy to forget in what kind of wondrous world we live. Just walk around in the city. Yes look at those buildings you've seen countless times before. It's the same all the time. What could be so magical about it? At first glance. Nothing. At second, probably not very much either. But at one certain point in time, things completely changed for me.
A man had a fight with probably his superior on the first floor. The windows in the last few decades were made in a way that one could not just jump out of them. But this was an old building, where probably some kind of director decided if one were to commit suicide from the first floor, they would probably survive anyway, so why bother?
The argument seemed to heat up inside, and no one else seemed to have noticed. No wonder of course, because when one looks at an argument where you cannot hear what people are saying, it might as well be two people having a blast.
Right before the superior were about to lose all of his control, the other man turned around and flung himself to the glass, it broke almost instantaneously. People around me started to panic, while I could only stand there paralyzed and entertained.
The man made a tumble in the air and landed not more than two feet next to me. He gestured I should help him up, and when I did he mumbled something.
"If you cannot make them hear your words about a subject, you're better off diving right into the matter", he said.
"What was your fight about?", I asked him.
"About me having to cut down the amount of paper clips I use per day. Apparently I cost the company a fortune."
"So you decided to quit?"
"Of course not. I am going to sue them for having an unsafe working space, where they both have way too many paper clips around someone could step on, and if that isn't enough, perhaps that window will suffice."
And so he left. But I think from that moment I started to see cracks in this society's flawed priorities and hidden wonders.
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