Magenta

He was reading his newspaper. The clock ticked. And ticked further. Only pretending to master the untamable illusion of time. The sounds of the living walls did not distract him, although he noticed them. His eyes were focused on the sentences and after finishing each one of them, he celebrated these accomplishments with a glorious sip of dark coffee. No milk clouds. A mysterious picture captured his attention. Golden boxes. But with no real limits. He was intrigued. Oh my God.

The newspaper looked at his reader. Trying to figuring out if he did understand the meaning of the images. I mean, really understand. The man smiled. His wrinkles touched the corners of his mouth. Assignment fulfilled. He got it. The sun came in the room and brought more light in. The picture was shining even more. As if everything conspired in that very moment to give meaning to a moment so special in time. The picture moved. It moved him. Like a golden domino effect. Stones falling and passing the motion. 

The separate scenes had no hurry but hugged each other bravely in the unknown. To build a storyline. Outside the boxes. He watched the trailer. Was overwhelmed by joy. Someone else would only find boxes. No further details. He explored the possibilities of the present. The picture invited him to learn more about it. He felt the light and the material. Dots in line with the unexpected flow of life. His cup of coffee started a conversation with the newspaper. Human qualities exchanged. The content of the flowing boxes was ready to escape.

The clock arrived at the hour where everything came together. In a sort of extraordinary land. In between worlds of no beginning and no end. He was there for a moment. Could watch his life. And his purpose. Clarity in a nutshell. The earth witnessed the changes. The flowing boxes opened but were never locked in the first place. So the opening was only a perception. He loved the presence of this magic. The newspaper liked the cup of coffee. Felt like they have been old friends. 

He saw the key being offered. He accepted it. The picture integrated his body into the whole. The unknown story became larger than his own perception. They became one. His senses danced into the parts that were new to him. More than a riverdance for the rewarded audience. Names of people and places were told secretly into the ears of the ones that were ready to listen. He laughed. Inner happiness radiated the whole space. The newspaper left his hands and fell asleep on the kitchen table.

The cup of coffee decided to go back to the warm coffee holder. Nest warmth for the soul. The man was on a road to more delightful discoveries. Only the universe grasped the hidden treasures. In this very moment. The clock ticked further into the unknown. Tick, tock, to where the adventure has no beginning and no end. The flowing boxes once activated did not need more keys to work together to create more magic. They simply did what they were meant to do. Being the expression of magic in all their essence. With a magenta colored sky.

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By Liesbeth Leysen, MSc International Management