Ute Abele
The Change of View
The little one, born into this seemingly odd and foreign world, and into an unfamiliar but lively little ego, was always waiting for something spectacular to happen. Like in TV. Life seemed to happen there, not here. When the moving pictures in that little box were turned off she was thrown back into her small and insignificant days, that she did not feel to own. Nothing happened. Nothing right would ever happen, she felt. Everything seemed like dived into greyish boredom and insignificance. And more than that: The world seemed to be that of the others, not hers. She always felt a dash of fear, more or less latent, more or less conscious. The fear that one day the others would not accept her anymore in their world and would throw her out. Getting out of it she would have appreciated. The thought, however, of being threatened, attacked and kicked out made her timid. As if it was her fault being at the wrong place. But she knew no other. Nowhere to hide.
Half a life passed by. Then, at one point, out of thin air so to speak, the view on the world changed completely. What she saw had not changed, but all of a sudden, it was her own world, not anymore the world of others, mightyer and abler than herself. It was completely her own now. The sky was her own. The drifting clouds were her own. The hidden sun was her own. The air was her own. Herself was her own. Even herself. All she perceived was herself, this she knew for sure in this changing instant. Something spectacular, she pondered, should happen? No, it wouldn’t. Not even now. She smiled. Smiled at the realization that nothing could ever be more spectacular than this non-spectacularity of life, that was completely ones own. What a wonder. It was so still, so still that she had confused it with boredom. But this stillness was so incredibly full of life. She wondered at how she, or anyone else, could have ever been so blind not to see this. It was so obvious. And so bright. But still. Wonderfully still.
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