8 June 2012
A man in his mid sixties with grey hair, stooped walk and slight limp in his left leg - but what really got me were his eyes. They seemed to shine with a joke that only he knew. He sat down next to me in the park the other day with an artists pad and gave me a drawing of a person sitting on a swing filled with sadness. Their whole posture was filled with pain and sorrow and their eyes looked out towards the horizon. He gave me a sad smile and slowly creakily got up to leave, as he did so he looked over his shoulder and said, in a voice barely above a whisper that stood out against the background, "A memory of could-have-been's is never as good as a dream of soon-might-be's".
And he continued on his way, never once looking back. I now realise that was how he lived his life. Always looking forward, and never looking back. I now wish that I could learn to do the same.
In The Park • Opuss № I