People come to sit on the beach, to see the beautiful sunset. And get touched – how beautiful! And they promise to live more happily, love more, think less about money, more about meaning.
And the bird sings: “Nonsense.”
After all, the bird knows the next day will come, the holidays will end, or the phone will ring – we will forget our promises, and we will be as always: restless, worried, full of fear and greed.
That bird has been here for fifty years, has seen a lot of such as we and heard a lot of promises we have made. And I stood there for a while, said nice words to myself, and forgot the next day. One sunset won’t change me. But if I came here every day or every night to find something meaningful inside me, then maybe I would change a little bit.
© Fortune, 2020
Do you often promise something to yourself?