We walk by private boats and the happy couples who drink wine in them. These beautifully constructed boats belong to the rich and have become showcases for those who walk by. We watch them as they laugh candidly, their legs crossed, holding their expensive champagnes. And we wonder. We wonder how the rich became rich. We wonder how these boats became private, almost untouchable by those who could simply watch from a side.
We’ve learned to be the watchers. We’ve learned to enjoy picture-perfect sceneries like sunsets, sunrises, dawns, blue skies, boats, elegant bistros and diners in limousines. We’ve learned to live by the pleasure of others.
I watch this beautiful picture, this beautiful scene and I feel nothing. I’m tired of pretending, pretending that I’m pleased by what I can only see.