Wakening of a new year

In a land that isn’t this far away, nor so isolated, it was born a different sun. It wouldn’t shine all the streets in the same way, this Sun had it’s own way to look over the people who lived in this land. It would see them according to their position in the street. In this land everybody would live in the streets, because they couldn’t live without the Sunshine, when it was given. Many times over they would ask themselves if that, a flash of light, would be worth of that sacrifice, but all those who were privileged felt more capable, and for that feeling they would stay even more hours in the streets.
However, one day, a boy turned aback on his people tradition, challenging acient knowledge, and build himself a house, over his Family street side. Took him a few weeks, and during these weeks everyone else, even from his own Family, would mock him off. Firstly because they thought that he was hidding from the great truth. He was very respectful, and despite all the mockery, no words came out of his mouth. After some more weeks he had finished the ceiling. And there, inside his own house, he could watch throught out a window everybody that was barefoot outside on the street. It became interesting to watch how some families would differentiate from others by teaching their sons just to stay standing still, so the boy imagined them as beautiful statues, that sometimes blinked. And other families were born out wanderers, these families would travel throught the many roads of this land, “A lightening doesn’t strike twice the same spot.” they would tell him. But he mock noone. He didn’t prick with anyone, as na oposite to the many that pricked with him. Instead he was helpful. He was lonely, many said he would die because of it. That he would be miserable. That what he was doing wasn’t right.
Some believed that this boy said that his way of living was “the right way”, and many other discussions were made about it. When it got to him he answerd simply by “I’m wrong.” Someone retorted him “We are the right ones, who are you to face thousands of years of knowledge? Who are you to question what has been written in the stars?”
He took a long breath and concluded “How can you possibly know what is written on the stars? How can you read something that noone has ever seen? Or by this statement you are saying that you have ever seen a night?”. The question ecooed like a silence shot inside an aquarium, until the moment it hits the glass.
Was born there, in the end of that day, the moon and the stars. Streets started being called homes, and the empty lands gave place to the most weird livings. Some still would search for a blessing from the skies, however now they wouldn’t bend to it anylonger.
Wake up new year, and thou shall not allow us to sleep inside that what is called certain. Show up with the doubt that allow ourselves to progress.

Marcelo Innocencio
Personal Tutor - WSI Itaim