Walk to the subway

It feels like this winter recess lasted way more than month and a half, because I finally had a reason to get up early and get ready for a first day at school. The other day opened my eyes around 7 a.m. and I was looking forward to start a new semester. It looks like the spring has sprung outside my window, as the sun shone my windows and made outside look warm and inviting. I toasted a bagel and brewed coffee, while getting dressed up. Than I put notebook in my new backpack and and closed the doors. As am going towards the subway I see a homeless guy that sits underneath the passaway and I am thinking what kind a life he had before he ended up on the streets. His emontionless eyes staring at one spot and his body covered in blanket looks timelles. It seems time and space is at no importance to him, as well as wheater conditions and sourrounding. I continue walking and I start noticing nature’s beauty: “I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass”. I feel so strong and healthy and I am embracing the life I have, especially when there are so many less fortunate people. In the same point I cannot be younger than I am now, nor be older, therefor we shout embrace our existence on earth, because we don’t know when is the end. ”And will never be any more perfection than there is now, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.” I think that poet is trying to tell us that we are perfect the way we are, and that we need to live in present, not looking back or in the future. We should enjoy the beauty of life as well as learn to deal with tragedy and pain in life.

Marija Krasojevic

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  1. Marija,

    I love the way you write and I feel the same way each day as I walk to the subway. I often observe people in my surrounding on the subway and wonder what has brought them to this very train. Sometimes I even start daydreaming the life they may carry. However, like many others my winter break felt to short. I am glad that you’re excited for school to start.

    Sandy

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