The Scream, Munch
Fear is a human body's physical reaction to a dangerous situation ... So, why do we fear if it is safe?
Diana, sitting on a cold bench adorned a neglected park, wondering why she was afraid. It was not the first time that question you had in mind, it has spent years trying to figure out what the source of an absurd Panic not allowed to live at home.
In the park, enough clothes trees whose leaves traveled winding paths, Diana felt better, more secure. Perhaps because the solitude of that moment, he looked like a warm blanket to cling. Sumida
in the depths of his mind, he had not realized that a kind-looking old man sat beside her, to look to the horizon with eyes tired. And
spent nearly ten minutes, in which the silence was the only thing that prevailed in the cold metal bench.
- Looks like rain - were encouraged to tell the old man with a raspy voice.
Diana said nothing. Just looked at him and nodded slightly.
- When the weather changes often hurting his knee Do you know? And now it's killing me, so it must be about to drop a good shower -
The old man accompanied his words with a funny laugh, trying to gloss over his aching knee. Diana
drawing on his face a forced smile. Do not talk to anyone, because people also frightened her, but that gentleman was not to blame for the anguish of the young, and that did not seem rude.
It was another time in which the silence returned to seize the bank, but this time, Diana was raised with the intention of leaving.
- Wait. You dropped this! - He exclaimed when she was beginning to pull away.
Diana turned just in time to see how the man crouched awkwardly to pick up a crumpled paper from the floor.
- Thanks - replied as he walked back to retrieve the paper.
I knew what I had written, but still, it read:
What are you afraid?
Diana had written in the hope of giving a response to itself, and clear the source of their anxieties.
- What are you afraid? - Repeated the old man reading the paper over his shoulder.
Diana instinctively look at him and said,
- To life.
He was thoughtful, and that their response had taken shape in his mouth without even realizing it.
- Funny - whispered the old man - I fear death.
The girl, whom we know by Diana, but in reality, it could be any of us, was reflected in the weary eyes of the stranger, and realized that a gap of age and experience separated them.
- But I do not fear death to me, nor life you fear you. They continue their journey - the old man kept saying. - Life brings us many good things and bad ... not always so bad. Depends on how you want to see it. Do not be afraid, because the life you build it yourself ... And I, who fear death, I wonder Why fear something that does not exist? As the end of the day, while living, death shall not, and when I die, I will not be -
Grumbling to himself, the old man walked slowly, lost among the leafless winter trees. Meanwhile, Diana, stood still, with the piece of paper in his hand and with an eye on the elderly man, who was slowly disappearing, going into a distant horizon.
In the park, enough clothes trees whose leaves traveled winding paths, Diana felt better, more secure. Perhaps because the solitude of that moment, he looked like a warm blanket to cling. Sumida
in the depths of his mind, he had not realized that a kind-looking old man sat beside her, to look to the horizon with eyes tired. And
spent nearly ten minutes, in which the silence was the only thing that prevailed in the cold metal bench.
- Looks like rain - were encouraged to tell the old man with a raspy voice.
Diana said nothing. Just looked at him and nodded slightly.
- When the weather changes often hurting his knee Do you know? And now it's killing me, so it must be about to drop a good shower -
The old man accompanied his words with a funny laugh, trying to gloss over his aching knee. Diana
drawing on his face a forced smile. Do not talk to anyone, because people also frightened her, but that gentleman was not to blame for the anguish of the young, and that did not seem rude.
It was another time in which the silence returned to seize the bank, but this time, Diana was raised with the intention of leaving.
- Wait. You dropped this! - He exclaimed when she was beginning to pull away.
Diana turned just in time to see how the man crouched awkwardly to pick up a crumpled paper from the floor.
- Thanks - replied as he walked back to retrieve the paper.
I knew what I had written, but still, it read:
What are you afraid?
Diana had written in the hope of giving a response to itself, and clear the source of their anxieties.
- What are you afraid? - Repeated the old man reading the paper over his shoulder.
Diana instinctively look at him and said,
- To life.
He was thoughtful, and that their response had taken shape in his mouth without even realizing it.
- Funny - whispered the old man - I fear death.
The girl, whom we know by Diana, but in reality, it could be any of us, was reflected in the weary eyes of the stranger, and realized that a gap of age and experience separated them.
- But I do not fear death to me, nor life you fear you. They continue their journey - the old man kept saying. - Life brings us many good things and bad ... not always so bad. Depends on how you want to see it. Do not be afraid, because the life you build it yourself ... And I, who fear death, I wonder Why fear something that does not exist? As the end of the day, while living, death shall not, and when I die, I will not be -
Grumbling to himself, the old man walked slowly, lost among the leafless winter trees. Meanwhile, Diana, stood still, with the piece of paper in his hand and with an eye on the elderly man, who was slowly disappearing, going into a distant horizon.
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