I’m not Gypsy, but I’ve been moving quite a lot : inside of Brazil, to Colombia, Canada, Switzerland, U.S. Luckily, I’ve been settling well wherever I live. The funny thing about the key of this nice settling rarely relies on the house we get, the city where we are or even the weather under us, but it always relies on people we meet.
I don’t know if we’re lucky, but I’ve always met people who give sense to my living. When I went to Connecticut’s Aldrich Museum, I saw the work Your Turn from the artists Ward Shelley and Alex Schweder, sort of mobile houses they made to live inside and outside museums, and all was made clear: life should be evaluated by present continuum and everyone surrounded by this “I’m here, living” feeling.
I’ve been thinking a lot about proportionality between overpopulation and cordiality. I live in a small town with big houses and people smile to each other quite a lot. I go to NYC to work and as everyone knows, there are tons of people there. They barely look themselves (not mention the awkward eye contact). If you smile, you’re probably crazy. I swear I tried. Yes, I was that naïve.
I know it’s the reality of most of the big cities. As much as we increase in population, we decrease in kindness. Every day I go to the big city I feel sad for us. I feel sad because we are there, trying to make a living, trying to buy a big house in a small town to realize we need just smile to each other.
We need to improve it urgently. We need to face we’ll not going to diminish the number of people living in this amazing world and because of that we need to treat ourselves better. Yes, the word here is treat (from treatment) because I think we’re ill.
As we think when we see Shelley and Schweder works, we could live easily in a wall, in a ferris wheel, in a “balance” house if we understand we can count on each other.