On Sunday night, I attended a party by motorcycle, and a heavy rain struck the reunion once I got there. We all stepped in the house and cheerfully carried on. Night went on, and all the guests parted. The rain was still falling hard. I was kind of shy to ask for a sleepover, so I decided to ride in the rain. My hosts advised against it, but I decided to face that personal fear.
It was horrible. I was not prepared for the scary wet and slippery tarmac we have in our city, for the cold rain that glued my shirt to my skin, and to the water drops beating hard in my eyes. It was unsafe, uncomfortable and hands down dangerous. I even slip on a corner and almost fall on my face... A steel water cover that I could not see because of the bad visibility of the heavy rain. I was wet, scared, and questioning heavily my decision midway home ...when it happened.
Crossing the suspended Unity Bridge, I noticed there where no cars at all on the always heavily loaded avenue. The rain was falling flat everywhere. A silence reigned on the tarmac. I could see all the avenues below me covered in the dead cold night and sharing the pouring rain. It was like witnessing a ferocious giant sleeping, rolling under my wheels.
I stopped the bike in the mid suspended bridge and dismounted the motorcycle, there mid avenue. No cars would dare to go out in that weather, at that day, at that time. I was struck by wonder and surprise of this unsuspected powerful beauty. I just knew then that something was moved deep inside me.
Now I know beauty is not comfortable, safe, easy to find nor predictable. Beauty Might be wrapped in pain. In risk. In a bad decision, on the wrong track, at the worst time. But when she reaches you, she will hit you hard. Maybe even at the cost of your life. Because now I know, Beauty is there, where you dare not to venture.
From now on, my life is at a greater risk. Because I will devote it to find beauty over and over again.
