Freewrite: "Little Plastic-coated wire", by bonzopoe
I was about to start reading the book 'Noctuario' by Thomas Ligotti, when suddenly, moving the computer mouse, I noticed (I don't know why) that the cable that connects it to the computer was coiled and tied with a little plastic-coated wire.
The one that is used to secure any coiled cable that comes in endless products, the same one that our sliced bread depends on to keep it fresh... and I couldn't help but think about how something so simple can be so useful.
Let's think for example of the sliced bread that we buy at the corner store or the supermarket. That the bread reached the expiration date marked on the packaging, and practically the prestige of the company, depend on this humble, and yet vital gadget.
What will be the process to ensure that this happens? Is there a safer way to achieve the same effect? I wondered...and I couldn't help but think that maybe it's because there's nothing like the simplest thing.
Then I thought about the mouse cable again, and I couldn't help but compare it to our lives, all tangled up, and often held down by things as simple as routine, like the pleasure of watching a movie while we eat popcorn, or being able to indulge from time to time to sleep without worrying about the alarm clock.
That's how simple we can be, that's how complex. Beings whose emotional balance can depend on a simple momentary breath to grab air and move on, that breath, is the little wire that holds our life and prevents that tangle from hanging us without realizing it... and I couldn't help thinking that we are so fragile.
Then I thought that we can also be that wire for others. How many times when we are about to burst, a word or smile from the right person gives us the strength to continue. Our mother, our partner, our children, are many times that plastic-covered wire that holds our chaos together and prevents us from collapsing... and I couldn't help but think how lucky we are.
Finally I thought that it is not always easy to find that little wire that gives meaning to our lives, that contraption with the body of a woman, or a man, as the case may be, that holds together the tangle of dreams, fears and illusions that we are. That someone who, no matter how much life gets tangled up, helps us to be functional and even happy beings... and I couldn't help but think of her.
Note: The cover image was created from the listed source using Microsoft PowerPoint.
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