Cuentos para Kati XV

Why do we have to go mama? It is just a bit chilly, I don't want to go, the worms are so tasty in here plus we could end up eaten if we don't chose properly a place to rest. And it is so far, my uncle told me he got so tired once that he just wanted to land, but the leader of his cluster did not allow it.

My little treasure, soon there will not be enough food for all of us and when we come back you will find a wife and give me grandchildren. We will rest many times, don't worry, change is necessary plus the big fellows will cheer upon our arrival welcoming the season of flowers and beauty. 

But mama, I am so comfortable here, maybe I could stay by myself and you can stay with me, yes, let's stay together, you and I mama. With all of them gone, there will be plenty of food for both of us and we can find a place to warm us up. Father didn't make it. Do you remember? If you both would have stayed, he will be with us now. 

My little treasure, I know you are afraid but why? Everything that was created will pass, there is nothing to fear, your father and I loved each other every moment we shared, I do miss him but that is life, passing, changing.  Our love will live forever, because every moment was filled with it.

But mama, it is so far and so demanding, my small wings will get so tired and sometimes we won't find food either, it is so far, what happen if you don't survive or neither do I?. And then after, few months ahead, we have to go again, to come back here or somewhere else, start again, again and again,  the same, all our lives, I want to stay, to live comfortably and you cannot go and leave me, you have to stay too, I won't go, I won't change.

My little treasure, when I was young, I thought that someday we will find a place to rest for ever, a place where everything will be peaceful, colorful and full with love. We were told that, every one dreamt the same, hope for the same and everyone eventually realized there is no such place, no place to rest for ever, only after life has fled, that is what the wise birds said, but they cannot really know. I was sad when I figured it out, when I saw that in no time, we have to move again, we have to keep dancing with the wheel of time, but your father once told me; he said, dear love, there is only the present, thinking about what was or what will be, makes no sense, we are here and now and that is the only thing that exist, accept change my little treasure, accept it, don't think about it.

No mama, I won't change, I will stay, change is not good, I am good here, there will be food for me and for you too.

My little treasure, We all are one, but each of us is free to do as desired, it is your decision, your responsibility,  your call. You are right, change is not good but change is neither bad, change is, as it is, without labels, change is a constant, perhaps the only one of two constants. Out of those two, none can't be stopped, both can be decided, and the other is the only one that can't change.

What is the other constant mama?

The other constant my little treasure is that I love you, and no matter what you decide, I will always love you. 

Cuentos para Kati XIV

You look at me and wonder, how can I be as I am?, how can I look, the way I look?, why do I look like that? You are certain you should be afraid, you should stay awake, you should stay afar. 

You look at me and wonder if you would survive, if you were to be my friend, if you were to be by my side. You heard I am fast as you are, if you are by my side ,you should slowly move afar, followed by my gentle hiss or  maybe poke at my eyes hoping my jaw wouldn't close at 13 tonnes per square inch. 

The little boy's parents had experience, they heard stories, survivors claiming to know, to understand and all in unison screaming, you better run, but the boy was careless, innocent and rebellious. As the light melted with the passing hours, he decided to escape from his mother's constant watch and his father's advice. What would you say should it happen? Would I lie silently underwater? Observing, peacefully moving, with undisturbed attention and discipline? 

The little boy did not hear the stories, other than from his parents mouths, do you really need to put your finger in the fire? Shouldn't you respect history, other than your own story? Are men doomed, when the past is not acknowledged?  

He did not fear the tough skin, nor the speed or the portrayed cruelty, he did hear the technique but his little fingers could not possibly stop me if I were to decide to strike, if I were to be hungry, if I were not, by my son's side. Should a monster always be a monster? Should violence always win? Well, it certainly does, many times, but not as many times, as it does not. Noise is its only trick, when attachment has decided to let go.

As I heard his mother's screams and the angry look, in his father eyes, gazing upon me, I wonder the reason of their rush, the reason of their agitation. I am not very familiar with fear but what you perceive as violence might be only necessity. But even in necessity, there is always something greater, you know what it is, the same feeling that makes you run, not the times you do it for yourself, but those rare ones you forget you can recognize yourself.  

Are you not scared? His father asked him. Why would you escape from us? Did his mother. The little boy smiled at them and said, history does repeat itself, over and over, but some times, it simply can't, some times love wins. 

As I play with my son, spoiling him in the same way you do, fearing for him more that I would ever do for myself, I realized of something, something you tend to forget, nobody is the same all the time and even monsters melt to the touch of love.