jueves, 8 de agosto de 2013

If time is all I have.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain 
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end 
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend 
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Birdy- Fire&Rain

She wasn't what everyone expected. She needed to calm down and count to three day by day, and maybe look for new things in her life. She wanted to be a little more active and stop being lazy, and start being happy.

But she was in love. She was in love with the only thing in the world who anyone can love.

She was in love with her sadness. With all the things she ever wanted and never gets, with all the things she wanted to forgive but never forget. 

And that's why she couldn't ever be happy. She knew the problem, the love couldn't be measured in quantity but in time, and that's all she had. Time.

And she didn't know what to do with it. She didn't want all the time she had. She knew she wouldn't use it. 

She didn't want to waste her time with her sadness. She was tired of her, and knew that, eventually, that would hurt her. 

So, that was the moment when she magically knew what to do with her time. With all the time she didn't want or need. 

It starts with a plastic bottle. A plastic bottle that everyone can find in every shop. A plastic bottle treated with a magic material, the dreams material. 
And, also, the time material.
Because, in dreams, the time is faster and it can't stop, it's just a minute and you can dream a life. 

So, she found the material to give her time in bottles.
And she used it in more than a hundred bottles and gave them to everyone who needs a little more of time to make their dreams come true.

She only needed two weeks from that moment to make all her changes and leave all her stuff properly clear.
Two weeks to say goodbye and try to explain to everyone she loves that it was a good reason to leave. 

Make other people happier, giving the world a chance to know that everyone who insulted her or hit or hurt, were wrong. 

And take the chance to live two weeks without sadness. Just showing her she can do it better. That they were wrong.

She could prove herself that she was better than she thought. 

And then, just leave. Being big, wonderful. Like she ever dreamed. 

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