Romantic Painting

Table Story

I saw her right between life and death, freedom and conviction, the known and the unknown, multiplicity and unity, leaving and staying. She was both brave and anxious. Because she had to choose. Choosing meant being free. Freedom was hard work. Because it meant responsibility. There was no choice when there was no other possibility. Yet even a second one meant choosing between possibilities. The beautiful 'Romance' could do three things... Two of them would make her happy one way or another. The third was the only option that would make her unhappy. Coming with me or staying there were two things she could do. The third would be to wait right in the middle. If she came with me, she would miss what they would live there, if she stayed there, she would miss what they would live with me; or if she came with me, she would gain what we would live together, if she stayed, she would gain what they would live there. But if she had not done either of them and waited at the crossroads, she would have just waited. Like those who wait because they can’t decide which is a better opportunity, which is a better possibility, or those who make love standing up at that intersection… Like those who make love every day thinking what if they miss this but never really make love with anyone, those lovemakings never filling their buckets… Like those empty lovemakings that no one, no one can enter into while thinking everyone, everyone else is inside. Like those who are indecisive because of the multitude of roads and don’t see their freedom to turn back, waiting at the intersection in fear, missing thousands of beauties they will see on the road they will choose, or missing thousands of new possibilities on the rest of that road…

I saw her right in the middle of life and death, freedom and captivity, the known and the unknown, the many and the one. She was both brave and anxious because she had to make a choice. Choosing meant being free, and freedom was a difficult thing because it meant responsibility. When there was no other option, choosing was not a choice anymore. However, even having a second possibility was now a choice among possibilities. The beautiful one could do three things: 'Romance.' Two of them would make her happy in one way or another. The third was the only option that would make her unhappy. She could do two things: come with me or stay there. If she came with me, she would miss out on what she would live there; if she stayed, she would gain what she would live with me. But if she didn't do either and just waited at the crossroads, she would only be waiting. Just like those who wait or make love on the spot at the crossroads because they can't decide which is the better opportunity, just like those who make love every day thinking they might miss something and actually never make love with anyone, and just like those who never fulfill their desires because the lovemaking they pursue never fills their emptiness. Like those who, in their indecision caused by the abundance of roads, wait in fear and don't see the freedom to turn back, or like those who miss out on thousands of beauties on the path they choose or miss out on thousands of new possibilities beyond that path.