It was a quiet morning. The sea was calm. The wind was barely present. Birds were flying happily around making their cheerful chirping sounds. The seagulls were coming in the picture as well. They are always louder so the atmosphere was not necessarily disturbing. But this perfect picture was changing. At one moment there was one seagull landing on the roof of a house in front of me. I looked at it and admired the precision of its landing. I saw few more seagulls coming closer to him. But this first seagull, which I will name Cranky, was squawking loud every time any other seagull approached close to him. With the loud sounds he made and with the flapping of his wings, I saw that all the other seagulls were landing far from him. A moment later a courageous seagull tried to land exactly next to him. But Cranky became so loud that the courage maybe poured out of the other one and it flew away. Each time any seagulls tried to come even close to Cranky, they were pushed away with Cranky’s riotous and piercing sounds.
After some time, when Cranky had his continuous monologue, the other seagulls decided to fly away, far from him, over the sea, around the trees, or over the houses. They flew alone or together having nice acrobatics shows for whoever was watching. They seemed happy. But Cranky was alone. At one moment he became quite. The morning was fully quiet again, without any of his disturbing sounds in the air. I felt sympathy for Cranky. He seemed lonely. Who knows what were his reasons when he made all the other seagulls go away. I wish I could read his mind or at least be able to transform into human language the message of his sounds. Though his sounds were incomprehensible to me, they certainly were not for the other seagulls that decided to leave him.
But Cranky isn’t a singular case. And, we have many Cranky among people as well. When a Cranky human is always loud, yells at everyone that tries to come closer to him, he will push all of them away with one word, one gesture, one move. And what will happen? Cranky will be left alone. He will not have anyone else come close to him. He will be able to yell, but no one will hear. Will he think of his behavior when he is left alone? Or, will he continue thinking that he is totally right behaving like that? Maybe other humans trying to get closer simply just want to help. They just want to listen, to understand and say or do something to make Cranky Happy. But Cranky is so determined to stay cranky that he pushes all of them away. I’d like to think that there is a way to soften all the Cranky in this world. But they need to change the way they react. If Cranky will get milder maybe a courageous human being will decide to come closer and listen. If Cranky will show signs of appreciation and a will to do at least a slight change in himself, maybe even less courageous people will come around to help. And day by day, step by step, with a bit of effort, Cranky won’t be lonely anymore. He won’t be constantly loud and rude, but he will be surrounded by friends. His friends would help him make the change only when he sees the need and has a will to do it. I wish for Cranky to be prepared and make the change and have people around him persistent enough to help him. But all the help that can come in this world should start first from the within, control of the temper and see the positivity around.
When Cranky will open up to the change and decide to make the change, the atmosphere will be calm again, filled with cheerful sounds and only occasionally some loudness could be heard, which will not be annoying anymore.
Who wouldn’t want to be Happy or at least closer to? I want to believe that ‘once Cranky’ doesn’t mean ‘always Cranky’, at least not all the time and at all the occasions. There must be something for Cranky to melt and finally smile. Maybe life wasn’t easy for him that made him what he is. We can’t know the reasons. But we do want to see more happy faces around and less lonely people. And, we want to believe it is possible. Isn’t it?
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You stole the moon for me.
I lost myself in the constellations
I traced along your skin
the night becoming a vacuum;
something ours alone.
I bottled your sweet sighs
while you weren’t watching,
memorized the flutter of your eyes
and the songs we kissed to
will play over and over again in my head;
~ Joseph A. Pinto
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