Yesterday, on the train back to home, with an extremely hot temperature and the smooth surface of the sea visible through the window, I fell in love, again, with humanity. It one of the very rare moment when I get back to hope in the future and in the human race.
There was this woman, imperfect, with some weight on, her casual outfit – a black t-shirt with Snoopy on, the makeup, her hair in a hairpin. She was travelling with her daughter, sit next to me, and she was reading until she fell asleep on the open book. In that moment I thought that she was the most beautiful creature in the world, so innocent, frail, human. Imperfection turning into splendour.
Maybe it is because my mom too falls asleep when she relax her brain (although not with a book as I do) because she is too tired or maybe because of some other reasons, but I saw in her beauty.
I felt the need to protect her. I can’t say why; it was as if my most sensitive self was born again, in the blink of an eye. I just wanted to tell her “It’s going to be fine, you’ll be ok”.
Humanity, such a beauty.