They say I am going to die soon too,
Like everyone else dies.
Maybe of poverty, selfishness,
Of a bullet through my head,
Tiredness or just sickness.
I tell them,
I am going to survive for a hundred years.
I am going to see if the world could
Learn how to smile at strangers at least
Without feeling odd.
They laugh at me.
That’s the worst thing about us.
We laugh at everyone’s philosophies.
Sometimes in front.
Most of the times at the back.
We laughed at Gandhi,
Galileo, Copernicus, Newton,
Tesla and Jesus.
I am not angry for their laughing.
I pity them.
She asks me, running her fingers through my hair,
‘Will not you be bored as an old lonely man
Of hundred years?’
I look at her.
She laughs and tells she doesn’t care living hundred years.
‘Measuring life by counting days is so small and wrong idea
When I can live eternity in ten years sitting by you,’ she tells,
With a smile.
I change my mind.
Screw hundred years.
I am going to live an eternity with her.Sometimes you tell a thousand words to make someone understand a thing,
And sometime you only need to smile at them.- Ron'e Dot