Alarm goes off and then it always gets snoozed.
10 minutes more. that's what I say in a state of 'about to get up, shall I?"
But at 10.30 every morning, it is irresistible to get up.
Here it comes again, my personal wake up call....the scream of pupils playing so god damn hard on their 10.30 am break at this elementary school, the backdoor neighbour.
the beautiful sound of youth that lets me dream awake that
there is innocence
there is today
there is tomorrow
there is play
the sick world suddenly seems hopeful and beautiful with their screaming voice.
and i feel hopeful.
like grandpa said to us every time he heard us played and when we made loud noise... to him it is "a sound from heaven".
i now realized why he was very happy to hear our annoying noise.
it gives an ability to hope that
the innocence still exists
today exists
tomorrow will come
and you can feel young forever.
*this really makes me think of the movie, Children of Men. An unstoppable noise of crying baby, the first child born in 27 years in the future world, turns out to be the most beautiful sound human beings will have ever heard in the 27 years that we cannot reproduce.
