Translated…
It was, during the heated month of July, in Dubrovnik, in Croatia, the tourists filled up the Loza Square, and those who could no longer put up with the heat, can only order up a glass of ice, cold beer, hid out, in the parasols of the cafes; and those who are unwilling, not wanting to stop, bought a few scoops of ice cream, and competed with the scorching sun, to see which gets the last lick; and, there are those who scooped up the waters from the Onofrio Fountain to drink, and this small fountain, built in the fifteenth century, named after the engineer who’d helped made it, from the statues, the spring flowed outward, with the leisure temperatures that only time can bring. And I, just hid out in the shades of the St. Bryce Church nearby, imagined how cool the water from the fountains must be, not wanting to move at all.
There was a young girl, who saw the tourists scoop up the spring waters with their hands, and also wanted to try too, the steps of the fountain were about the same height as she, she’d stepped on the sculptures, with her slender arms, worked hard, to support her own weight, to climb, with one hand, holding tight to the edge of the stands, steadied her body that’s in mid-air, with her other arm extended, to fill up her bottle with the spring. After the bottle was filled up, she’d carefully, returned, back to ground level, and, started drinking the water from her bottle, happily.
Seeing how much she’d longed for the spring, and worked too hard to get it, it’d moved me, who was close by and watching. Even though, that, was such an easy tasks, but I’d started wondering, if I’d, lost my drive, because of how easily it can be had? I don’t know if the spring water tasted sweet or not, but, from the past experiences I’d had, my deductions, my reasoning skills, my imaginations, I’d talked myself down, and, just like that young child, my throat was, parched like a dried-up creek too.
The little girl’s bottle became emptied soon enough, she should’ve satisfied her thirst already, but, it didn’t resolve her true desires, and so, she’d, reached for the water again.
The desires surely didn’t stem from JUST the deprivations, perhaps, it comes from curiosity, modeling someone else’s behaviors, or, perhaps, because it was, a challenge on its own.
The passing travelers were only curious, and just stopped and watched this child as they smiled on, nobody offered her a helping hand, perhaps, everybody understood: the longings shouldn’t be fulfilled too quickly, so there’s still things to look forward to, and “fulfilling one’s own desires” is one’s own business, nobody else’s.
In actuality, desires are formed, with the exceeding of the original instinctiveness, added to a bit of a challenge, that way, desires became fun.
Although in other people’s views, that little girl tried so hard, just to get a drink of the water, but, this small goal at this time became unimportant, it was just, a starting point, a medium, for her, to challenge her own wills, and this medium is like a light, it’d, illuminated people’s originally unemotional hearts, making the people’s hearts come alive.
So, the adults should give this young child a helping hand, but none of them had, because they’d realized, that the meaning is in how she was able to climb up the fountains and get the drink of water by herself. Life is like so too, if you have EVERYTHING you wanted, handed to you, on that silver platter, than, you’d lose the motivations, the drives, to make improvements on yourselves, and, you’d become, stagnant in life, because you got everything handed to you!
the picture was from the papers…
Life, the Obstacle Course 