-What is it that you can't find sir ? ,- the old man with no arms heard. -I don’t know maybe I am looking for my shoes or maybe my glasses. I don’t really know anymore. - Are you sure that you are looking in the right place? -I don’t know. I don’t know what is a right place . I am looking everywhere. - Sometimes it’s good to stop when you can’t find what you are looking for. I promise if you wait peacefully I will be back with more answers soon. Since this isn't the first time that the old man met the gentleman in the suit, he was quite alright with his appearances. No one knows why, but at some point isn't it the biggest question of minds:we loose something and look for it all the time. If only we knew the answers would it be easier? What is it that the man was really looking for...
In the very next afternoon, raindrops where covering 60 % of the guilt for visibility difficulties in the town. A girl with a leather jacket was standing in the bus stop.She spent the night working and the day wasn't enough to get desired amount of sleep. The bus wouldn't come that day.She didn't know that the driver had a heart attack, so the bus was crashed. No saved lives, no miracles as in usual made up stories. She didn't know that the man in the bicycle could have been her future husband or a complete stranger with equal probabilities .The old man looking in the clock behind her could be her father who passed away 10 years ago when she was someone else.That’s the mind running through the time : choosing to explore past and future. Was it hard to admit that reality?The reality of all possible uncertainties. How far one could get with those thoughts if the bus that had been crashed didn't leave any evidence of its disappearance.
She was very hungry, but she couldn’t miss the bus, so she dreamed about a sandwich with her favorite tomato soup. Time goes fast, but strangely enough she doesn't feel it. She chews carefully the last piece of the bread and drinks the juice afterwards to make sure she leaves nothing in her throat. She was studying medicine and biology and those things like feeling how digestion was taking place within her body was a fun thing to do. She found a bed and lied back for a while. She wasn't THINKING anymore, a genuine smile came to her face. -Are you alright , Miss ? -Oh, sure I am .Thank You, it is really nice to ask. - Oh no , you didn't understand me well. I am not here for formalities.I am for business. -Which business? - There is a problem. I need to stop someone from thinking. -Oh, who are you ? A God ? -No, I am just a ghost. Does it really matter ? -Of course not, fair enough to ask for help.Well, here is what I think :you can't do anything to stop someone from thinking. The only thing that would stop someone from thinking is becoming fearless. You see if you don't have fears you don't have to think how to protect yourself. -So how can we make one fearless? -I don't know that . -Do you have fears? -Of course I do. -Are they big? -You don't measure fears . -Why not? -Because not everything can be quantified. -So tell me more about your world . -It is a very comfortable place to be in .Although sometimes there are some winds but everything falls into places when I remember that I have my dreams. You know If I go to the dreaming mode I can get whatever I want. -Wow, so now you can go to your dreaming mode and make that man fearless? -Wait I am already in my dream. - So that means you wanted me to be here? - Yeah, I was thinking about helping people. I remember I mentioned about the ones who have physical disabilities. But I don't see you having any of those kind of problems. -Oh, I am not here for myself.I represent an old man waiting for my answers for his life. -Oh so would you help him ? -I don’t know. -All you need to do is to promise me you will try that's what matters in my world. A goodwill is worth everything here. -I can't promise anything. -Goodbye sir! I guess you are here out of curiosity. -No, no, I am here out of your interest of helping others. So yes I will bring his arms back. - O dear Lord, he doesn't have arms ,then how does he fly?And he thinks about this ? -Wait a minute , so you think you can fly ? No he is so lost actually he thinks about completely something else. - Of course I can fly, I just don't know how I can do it yet. -So you don't have to know how things work in order to believe in them. -Exactly.Knowing ruins everything . There is so much fun in naive beliefs. -That sounds like you know your world very well ! You know actually all this time I thought arms were for hugging. Never thought about flying...
-I frankly didn’t know about it until last year. I came across this idea of a flight when I was sitting in my living room and thinking what is this all about. By the way do you know the main difference between hugging and flying? -Not really... -Hugging requires at least two people but flying it's all on your arms . You see when you hug someone you give him your arms and take the same back hopefully. But flying is something else, you give your arms to the Universe, to everyone in a search of a beautiful journey of a flight.. -Oh that's sad. -No, it's not. Isn't it amazing to be able to come out from the loving arms and fly far far away with a hope of returning back one day to tell your story? -So to lose with a hope to find ?What kind of a sick game is that ? -You should accept the flight without knowing it. -Well but it's not safe. -Yeah , that's right.You see you have to have a trust. -So what about this losing and finding theory? -Oh come on, the truth is always hiding somewhere. So we have to be careful. If we want to get our arms back we have to be truthful and honest. But again this is not a consistent statement. Be careful. -This is way more complicated than I could think. Tell me more about the flight. -You see, my friend, the flight is a very personal business. I can't tell you anything unless you experience it yourself . -So now I understand it.Probably the old man tried to fly and he never got his arms back. Poor man probably he never met someone on his way, he never used the arms for hugging anymore,there was no one to listen to his story... -So are you saying that all he needs is just one hug? -Everything starts from opening your arms wide and letting the flow come in. Would you please come with me my dear? -Where ? -To the airport, it's not far. -But I am waiting for my bus here, I can't miss it. -Well to tell you the truth you already missed it. -How do you know that ? -You see while you are waiting for something that something changes its destination so it won’t come to you so you would change your own destination. The girl couldn't say anything until they got to the airport. The old man was sitting on the ground looking at the lines on the walls... The girl was standing right in front of him. Her smile wouldn't disappear for a while . -What are you looking at ? - I am watching the lines. -How do you watch the lines? -I don't miss a point. -So how do you see the points on the line? -You see each line is a union of infinitely many points. How to separate them , which ones' to see which ones to neglect it's up to you. The more careful you watch them the better you will understand the density of your life. -Why do you think the line is all you need to watch for ? -I don't know. There is so much that I don't understand. - Don’t you think the dimension that you are looking at is too small ? There are so many points in the space and not everything is on the line. -When I was young like you, I would think so too. Until my entire life became as thin as this line. -How did that happen ? -That's what I am trying to understand here. You see it takes a lifetime to understand things. I never gave up. I know one day the truth will come across me . -So are you waiting for that one moment of enlightenment? You know I am in a search too. But this is a different one. I am not waiting like you anymore. I just go with the flow.And the flow brought me here to tell you this:
"Many years ago your flight got cancelled . And you remained in this airport since then. You remained between hugs of your loved ones and the flight of your dreams". The truth by itself couldn't be more truthful than those words ... The man closed his eyes and he still could see the girl. He embraced his imaginary arms and hugged her. The same genuine smile was shinning on her face when she fell asleep in her dream. -Time to go home,-the girl said. The old man opened his eyes... The Ocean was hugging him so firmly. -You see this Ocean, it doesn't have arms, but it still can hug you and it doesn't even know that it is hugging you. All you need to do is to let go whatever you know and let the Ocean hug you,then gently hug him back. This is it. I am done here my friend.
The man could see the girl flying in the blue skies and she would get really far soon. If you are looking for an evidence about the old man as I do, I understand your curiosity. Sometimes we are not supposed to know the continuation to enjoy the flow of our thoughts. Enjoy your flight...