The beautiful in-between
From dust… to dust
Summer… to summer
Strangers… to strangers
If you focus on the end alone, you’ll miss the beautiful story… in between.
From dust… to dust
The stories a handful of sand would tell you if it could speak
How it was once a little girl, playing in the field with bruises that tell even more stories.
How she danced, cried, went to college, moved to Europe, led a revolution and changed the lives of many others.
How she fell in love, started a family and they made new lives together.
That little girl grew old, lived a beautiful life, passed on and turned to dust again.
So, if you dust your shoes with a little more attention, maybe you’ll hear a tale or two from those who walked the earth before you.
From strangers… to strangers.
Living in Berlin is all about the fleeting summer. Some live just to see the next summer and pass on the chance to experience the beautiful in-between.
It’s never been about the destination. The lessons and learning are placed at checkpoints and detours taken along the way.
They miss out on the chance of meeting other strangers because they see them only as strangers.
They steal glances and never say hello, so they are never asked to go on walks, where they can hold hands and watch the “autumn” leaves drop.
They skip out on office parties, so they never form bonds and get invited to game nights with warm drinks during the cold “winter”.
They never offered strangers safer passage through muddy paths as it rained during “spring”. So they missed out on the chance to know someone over drinks and long conversations, break down wooden doors and dance to techno, watch the stars while jazzed and sail to the clouds in a balloon that would pop right before “summer” comes around, where they’ll be strangers again.
So, seeing the end from the beginning where:
“Dust… eventually becomes dust,
Summer… slowly but surely warms up into summer,
And strangers… inevitably become strangers again.”
They keep their head down, walk by and never try.
They save themselves the heartache and troubles.
But those who’ve been courageous enough to raise their head have stories to tell.
Beautiful stories about strangers they met in the in-between.
Beautiful stories that we’ll share with strangers who dust their shoes with a little more attention, many many years from now.
