from Stanislaw Warda: Essence of life

 

It was a regular interaction, from the corner of my eyes, I saw a young Latino girl trading candies. I pass this intersection every day, and I would say I know her. Her older daughter was waiting at the bus stop while her second child was wrapped on her back; only God knows how she did it.  It all happens now during America’s immigrant crisis. I have started to think about it. Unfortunately, our world is built in the way that there is not enough money for everyone. If somebody from New York, LA or Chicago wants their dreams to come true, someone in Bogota, Mexico City or Caracas has to forget about them.

Another intersection. A small girl, who was older than the previous one, helped her mother sell flowers. She has done it with unusual charm which belongs to the people who are unique. This brief time, the time when people were waiting for the red light to become green, was enough to see something special. It is not a  job which belongs to many of us, who do not like or even hate our job. This young girl approached the windows of cars and encouraged people to buy her flowers in a way that many could not refuse. Her eyes were so ardent and expressed the importance of what she was doing at this particular moment that her simple job expressed the art. The art that was able to focus the attention of all people waiting in their cars.

People are able to notice beauty but there is also many shadows of beauty. People see beautiful women hidden under tons of makeup during Hollywood Galas when they pose for pictures. Some take a picture or write a short comment, but this is only a moment; nobody will remember them after a while.

However, the small posture of the Latino girl who sells flowers will be remembered for a long time if not forever by every person who looked at her. It is the posture which expresses the beauty of humans during work. She was only a young girl, but she represents each human who has to struggle and work hard to take care of their family and because it is essence of matter. The essence of matter of the girl at this particular moment it was the same essence as a doctor during an important surgery, the job of a mechanic who wants to fix a car and the job of a politician who has to carry important subjects for the nations. It doesn’t matter who else, but this young girl was able to express her serious attitude and beauty of her job. For this reason she was able to fascinate others.

The red light turns green, but the view of small girl is still lasting in my memory. I love it.