The loathed joy

"It snowed this night,
coming back from some walking adventures in the cold,
and passing by a bunch of young people throwing snowballs at each others in the street,
one of the projectiles whizzed in front,
cutting the path and almost hit the chest,
a girl turned her head in bewilderment like some thunderous accident could fall on them because of this childish game,
the stranger saying "Almost!",
as in "That one almost hit!",
and smiling frankly face to face,
the girl still looked scared,
trying to get the meaning of that word,
expecting an adult to denounce their behavior,
they heard so many times that being excentric and seemingly happy in public is improper,
a lack of decency,
kids are taught to be affraid about letting their joy surge ostentatiously,
she didn't understand why the word spoken was playful,
and lacking condemnation,
adults must be strict and straight in her mind,
but a snowball never killed anyone,
that one wasn't thrown to hurt or by malice,
snow flakes on a coat isn't dangerous,
and there's no need to get angry at such an harmless act,
humans are conditionned to be serious and feel personally attacked by any unconventional events happening to them, [pigeon shit on their shoulder],
even and that's the worst,
by the excentric beams of joy;
The little girl was confused by that magnanimous reaction,
but consciousness will rise and will show kids and adults that negative feelings are useless,
and it's more gratifying to play cheerfully,
to stay open for that joy we all need to share."

 - There are so many stories and reflections that you won't hear, because it goes through me in an instant, i give it a meaning and it lets its mark in my memory; we meet and it re-surfaces from the depth of my being, we talk and laugh about it, and joy [and benevolent consciousness] is carried on. -