Freedom from that obsessive hatred and the feeling of ultimate happiness instantly affected the quality of my life. I looked around and noticed things I had not paid attention to, probably since my romantic youth.
Look! There was a cloud resembling a huge, golden daisy. And this clean spring air fragrant with young greenery and lilacs! Even our hectic buses and cars, coughing up their fumes, could not kill the scent of spring and love.
I love it, I thought. I love everything and everyone. I love this girl who is walking with her mother, holding her hand and constantly asking some kid’s questions, and the mother is answering with a tender smile on her lips. I love the guy, inputting something for ten minutes on his phone, and then all of a sudden either angry, or believing that the call will be faster and more useful, he is putting the phone to his ear, shouting, “Hey, hey! Can you hear me?” I even love that skinny croaker, with a face that expresses contempt for the whole world. Poor thing, she must be terribly miserable if she has such a mark of dissatisfaction on her face. And here a shoot of violets is making its way through the thickness of the asphalt and is about to flower.
Wow, I thought, so small, so tender, so seemingly weak, and it made its way through the incredible thickness of the asphalt to live. Live, perhaps quite a short life, because it can easily be ripped off by someone’s evil hand or trodden down by someone’s careless feet. But still it risks all that. It wants to live!
And suddenly I realized how much I want to live! How much I love life!