The Boy and the Big World

I've always been fascinated with rhythms in which the personal stories ofpeople's lives are happening. Especially with events and situations they'remade of, above all with moments stopped in that what we use to call thefluency of time, and with all that concerns us.Monday: Twenty-six years have passed by since I set off to conquer theworld. One boy's aspiration towards the achievement of all that we use tocall the dreams, and the reality of achieved ones, are the journey of one ofthose boys whom it is rumoured about that they consciously decide not togrow up. I've never even intended that, neither I've known how to do it. Justimagine, the child's aspiration to become big, to reach the highest branch.Unlike the most of the children who were rising up in arms againstgrowing up process, the Boy neither knew how nor he managed to grow up,and he didn't intend, not at all, to disturb the tale of a Big world. He alwayshad a feeling his own story was something special. As if it was for him tounriddle some huge puzzle. A puzzle for whose solution he had to exploreworlds that surrounded him, connecting his own story with many others in astory of a Big world. Many years later he will realize he was the one himselfwho chose the role of a searcher for the secret of a Big world. Not knowingthat, he met many searchers during his own adventures, and many morewill be met. Some of them share the same secrets with him. Lots of themshare many others.