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Morgan had gone too far away from Earth.
He thought he wouldn’t ever be back.
It was lost forever.
He flew above an old ghost town, then over an endless plain that stretched out to the horizon forever.
And while he followed his thoughts, he didn’t realize he had been hit.
In the final seconds of his fall, Morgan realized his mission was about to end.
“What are you doing? Why did you stop?
Why did you stop?”
“Are you angry?…Don’t be stupid, let’s go home.”
“What the fuck are you doing?
You said I could trust you.”
“When I saw your house, I wondered how you got it, whose house it was before you. I thought that nothing in it was yours. The belongings and keepsakes in there belonged to other people. The letters, pictures…they weren’t yours.
They all care about you. You could start running too. I’ve never seen you run.”
When he returned to Earth, Morgan realized that some friendships couldn’t be dissolved little by little. They had to be broken in a single blow…
And sometimes a war with someone he knew well, wasn’t bad. It was actually good and necessary. But he also realized he wasn’t made for war.
“He makes me feel important. He’s kind. He’s not bothered when I am strange. All the others run away. He doesn’t. I feel good with him, but I’m not used to it. When I met him I thought, ‘Where does this guy come from?’ ”
What makes a chauffeur good?…
The way he drives?”
“Anyone can drive a car.”…
“A good chauffeur knows when to talk and when to shut up.”
“And?…When can you really tell?”
“In difficult moments, with something unexpected.”
“What should he do in those moments?”
“He should find a way out. There’s always a solution.”
Many times we walk through life, blinded. We fail to see that light exists in many forms, in many places. Sometimes, the most unexpected of places gives you the greatest warmth you have ever felt. Don’t forget to look around you sometimes. Stop, wait…do not look with eyes affixed. Try to feel the warmth around you and eventually, you just may find it.
The Light of My Eyes posts were inspired by an Italian movie called “Lucce dei miei occi” by Giuseppe Piccioni. The lines were hand transcribed from a sub-story/plot that was occurring in the movie.
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