When I was younger, a child, to be more specific, I used to think I could beat the Wind. But I was mistaken, even because I was just a child. I used to wear imaginary wings to fly against him. But it didn’t use to work. So I realized I needed real wings. “Just angel have wings?”, I thought. If yes, I couldn’t have them, even because I was neither a boy so good to become an angel, nor so handsome. I say that because my mom used to read about angels and she had lots of books, and all the angels’ pictures that there were in them, they looked so good and pretty. Now I remember another thing: I’ve heard once that angels don’t have gender, so angel I couldn’t become, after all, I was a boy.
So… if angel I couldn’t become… I thought in using weapons against him. I thought in lots of them: guns, knives, scissors… But I remembered that I used to get nervous when I saw blood. What I wanted was beating him, not hurting him. If I hurt the wind, and blood gone out from him, I could, besides get nervous, regret.
Trying not to hear the wind blows, I used to do what all the children do when they don’t want hear their mom talk: put my hands in my hear and sing loud. My hands were very fragile and my voice not loud enough.
I tried to run away, to climb up the highest mountains, the trees… He always reached me. To hide myself behind the walls, the buildings, under my bed, inside my wardrobe. He always found me, even in the darkest places, I would say, especially in the darkest places
Since I was getting sick and tired of fighting and trying to escape, I gave up.
So I let the wind walk by my side and take me wherever he wanted to. Nobody beating nobody, this way there wouldn’t be any more battles, any wounds, and I realized the wind knew how to lead my way better than anyone else and I feel well for having him with me.
I gave up on trying to beat him, thinking I was stronger than him, and now he guides me through the most beautiful paths of this trip. Nowadays we are very close friends. He guides my way and will always do.
All the children who try to fight against the Wind some day will realize that it doesn’t matter how hard they fight. It’s just wasting of time, the Wind is always more powerful.
So let yourself be blown by the wind. He is wise, I would say, the wisest thing that exists and nobody can beat him.
