I usually walk very often, I have no more than my legs to do it, because I have no means of transportation, only public transportation, which I only take for really long distances; those who really knows me, knows well that I am not a stray dog guy type, at least not at this stage of my life, in a previous one, maybe I was a little looser, night outings, until very early in the morning every one or two weeks, some party here and there, you know, that kind of early youth stuffs.
Later, as I became grown up, I began to enjoy walking aimlessly, indeed, one of my own favourite phrases was, "I'll go with the wind", moments later, I designed to walk without any destination, only with music in my ears; In those moments I used to think about anything, my mind was submerged in a great depth, which then, on paper and freehand, I wrote or drew; as if there was no tomorrow, from that came many of my very best works (Do not mind me, they are just writings or common brushstrokes hehe) that I left marked as a canvas on the cheapest paper in the bookstore of the day.
After a couple of years, I started drawing less, writing less and walking much more; the adult world simply does not give truce, at very best point that I could not even think about everything anymore, because my mind was hunted by things like, work or unemployment, besides what we're going to eat tomorrow, and many other things like this, that the situation of my country was going through (and still going through, because it is not like we have been cured of that cancer), anyway, things like that, was pretty common, and I was not exempt from that reality, because life in a blink of an eye can turned bitter and gray.
But that kind of issues today are a little better, some time has passed, and being a little more stable, I have decided to resume certain of these activities, particularly walking, when I have enough time, i can go through to 12 or 14 km in a straight line, in a few hours, on a round trip, in which I have dedicated myself to add elements that before I had not included in my walk, one of them and I think the most important, is to appreciate my surroundings, to enjoy more of the environment and nature, even though, it is in the city where I usually do these walks, we are surrounded by a beautiful nature, that before I did not use to pay attention, because maybe I was so immersed in my thoughts or in myself, that I did not realize that I was missing the beauty of the simple, question in which, I decided to remember in these days of walking, that despite the intense drought that we are currently going through, even the season has already changed, the sky turns gray and there was no turning back, a torrential rain suddenly falls all over.
Just like that has happened to me, in my walk, unexpectedly, the road became cloudy, and a downpour fell on me; trying not to get too wet, I wanted to keep walking and dodge the rain passing between pieces of roof of some structures, but the rain was very intense, and I had no choice but to simply stop under the overhanging roof of one of the houses that was closest to my location, and just like that, I just stopped to watch the rain fall, because there was nothing to do here.
In between that, I went into my thoughts, observing the landscape a bit gloomy and cold, the environment lent itself to remember things of the same tone, between opaque and blurred, however, for a moment, I came out of my trance, to notice something; it was something that I did not remember that was there before, I had passed by that place a lot of times, but I had not even recognized what it was, until that moment when I saw it, and I was surprised, of the capacity that mind has, to sink us in our own thoughts and leave us unexpected of the wonders that we can find around us.
Well, it happens that, a lemon tree had been there all the time, I really did not know if at some point I had distinguished the fruits, or if it had not given them yet, but this time it had them, and since I am very young, one of my favorite fruit juices is the lemon juice, and every time I find a lemon tree with fruit, I borrow at least 2 of them, it is almost impossible for me not to, this caused me grace, because in the middle of all the downpour that was falling, I was debating with my impulse, until I saw it, I debated with my impulse, until I only gave in, because of a single thought that came to my mind, because I remembered, that the reason why I did not see the tree with its fruits, was because I thought too much and I was too abstracted in myself with so many problems and questions in my mind, that i haven't recognize one of my favorite fruits, so, instead of doing it again, i mean, going into myself, I only pronounced famous a sentece in my mind, to give me breath, among the opacity, the dreary, the gray, and stormy, that sentence that goes through my mind was:
"If life gives you lemons...Make some lemonade."
Next of the history was, that I took out my cell phone, which i've protected from the deluge, just to immortalize in camera and image, a photo, to remind me, what a simple lemon tree can do for me, and certainly what a simple thing as a lemon tree can do for anyone of us...
So, I just left towards the torrent of water, looking for a return to my home, but not without first carrying two lemons in my hands...
And I thought Lemonade of rain, that is what i will drink tonight then.
So remember...
Just make some lemonade in this Bittersweet symphony of life...
SPANISH VERSION
Generalmente suelo caminar muy a menudo, no me queda más, que mis piernas para hacerlo, pues medio de transporte no tengo, solo el público, que solamente suelo tomar, para distancias realmente largas; quien me conoce, sabe bien, que no soy del tipo callejero, al menos, no en esta etapa de mi vida, en una anterior, quizás si fui un poco más suelto, salidas nocturnas, hasta muy de madrugada cada una o dos semanas, alguna que otra fiesta por aquí y por allá, cuestiones de la juventud temprana.
Mas adelante, al hacerme mas adulto, empezo por darme gusto caminar sin rumbo, mi frase celebre era, "Iré a donde me lleve el viento", momentos despues, me dignaba a caminar sin destino alguno, solo con música en mis oídos; En esos momentos solia pensar acerca de cualquier cosa, mi mente se sumergia, en una gran profundidad, que luego, en papel y a mano alzada, escribía o dibujaba, como si no hubiese mañana ninguno, de ahí provenían muchas de mis talentosas obras (No me hagan caso, son solo escritos o pinceladas comunes jeje) que dejaba marcadas como lienzo en el papel mas barato de la papeleria o libreria de turno.
Luego de un par de años, empecé a dibujar menos, escribir menos y caminar mucho más; el mundo adulto simplemente no da tregua, al punto que ni pensar acerca de todo podía ya, lo que rondaba mi mente era, trabajo o desempleo, además de cómo vamos el día de mañana a conseguir nuestro pan de comer, y muchas otras cosas, que para la situación que el país atravesaba (Y sigue atravesando, porque no es como que nos hayamos curado de ese cáncer), era lo común, y no estaba, ni estoy exento a esa realidad, a veces la vida suele tornarse de esa manera, amarga y algo gris.
Casualmente las cuestiones hoy por hoy están un poco mejor, ha pasado un tiempo, y estando un poco más estable, he decidido retomar ciertas de estas actividades, particularmente la de caminar, cuando tengo el tiempo suficiente, llego a recorrer de 12 a 14 km en línea recta, en unas cuantas horas, un trayecto de ida por vuelta, en el que me he dedicado a agregarle elementos que antes no habia incluido en mi caminar, uno de ellos y pienso que el mas importante, es el de apreciar mi entorno, de disfrutar mas del ambiente y de la naturaleza, muy a pesar de que, sea en la ciudad en donde por lo normal hago estas caminatas, estamos rodeados de una bella naturaleza, que antes no solia prestar atencion con detalles, quizas muy sumido en mis pensamientos estaba, que no me daba cuenta que me perdia la belleza de lo simple, cuestion en la cual, decidi recordar en estos dias de caminata, que a pesar de la intensa sequia que estamos pasando actualmente, aun la estacion ya ha cambiado, el cielo se torna gris y no hay vuelta atras, un torrencial cae repentinamente.
Justo de esa manera me ha ocurrido, en mi caminar, de forma desprevenida, se ha nublado el camino, y un diluvio ha caído sobre mí; intentando no mojarme demasiado, quise seguir caminando y esquivar la lluvia pasando entre retazos de techo de algunas estructuras, pero la lluvia fue muy intensa, no tuve mas opcion que simplemente detenerme bajo del techo sobresaliente de una de las casas que se encontraba más próxima a mi ubicación, y asi no mas, solo me detuve a ver la lluvia caer, no había nada que hacer.
Entre eso, me adentro en mis pensamientos, observando el paisaje un poco lúgubre y frio, se prestaba el entorno para que recordara cosas del mismo tono, entre opaco y difuminado, sin embargo, por un momento, sali de ese trance, para fijarme en algo, un algo que no recordaba que estaba alli, habia pasado un monton de veces por ese lugar, pero ni siquiera habia reconocido que era hasta ese momento que lo vi, y me sorprendi, de la capacidad que tiene la mente, para hundirnos en nuestros propios pensamientos y dejarnos imprevistos de las maravillas que podemos encontrar en nuestro alrededor.
Un arbol de limón, habia estado alli todo el tiempo, realmente no sabia, si en algun momento habia distinguido los frutos, o si no los habia dado aun, pero esta vez si los tenia, y desde que soy muy chico, uno de mis jugos de fruta favorito es el de limon, y cada vez que encuentro un arbol con frutos, me tomo prestado al menos 2 de ellos, me es imposible casi, no hacerlo, esto me causo gracia, pues en el medio de todo el aguacero que caia, debatia con mi impulso, hasta que solo cedi, por un solo pensamiento que llego a mi mente, pues recorde, que la razon por la cual, no vi el arbol con sus frutos, es por que pense por demas y me abstraje demasiado en mismo con tantos problemas y cuestiones en mi mente, asi que, en lugar de hacerlo de nuevo, solo he pronunciado estas palabras para mi mismo, para darme aliento, entre la opacidad, lo lúgubre, lo gris, y tormentoso, lo que se me ocurrió fue:
"Si la vida te da limones...Has una limonada"
Seguidamente, saque mi celular el cual resguardaba del diluvio, solo para inmortalizar en cámara e imagen, una foto, por la cual recordarme, lo que un simple árbol de limón pudo recordarme mientras caminaba sin rumbo ni dirección y mientras las gotas de agua se resbalaban por sus hojas...
Me fui de nariz hacia el torrente de agua, buscando retorno a mi hogar, no sin antes, llevar dos limones en mis manos...
Pues, Limonada de lluvia, me he zampado.
Asi que recuerda...
Solo has una limonada, de esta vida agridulce...
Atte:
"The Prime Guide"
𝔍.𝔭 W𝔬𝔩𝔣𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔦𝔫
