A whisper of Life

Antarctica is a whisper, the most marvelous and extravagant of whispers;

as it entails the most pristine of beauties, it can suddenly and without notice, turn into the most hostile of environments.

It’s a whisper that let’s you feel what heaven’s like, as a whale dances peacefully right besides you.

Timeless, as the most magnificent of sceneries surrounds you, with all possible combinations of blues and whites; it’s a poem.

It’s a whisper as it diffuses and disappears before your eyes, before you even notice. It thus forces you to be present, as each moment might be your very last chance to enjoy such beauty. And yet it inspires you to look for, to imagine and to generate other moments of connection with nature of such beauty, so as to attempt to resemble them in the future, to live once again or for the very first time what these words I write cannot describe.

It’s a whisper that goes so fast that it is truly irrelevant if you’ve been here or not. It is a cry to live life as presently as you can. It reminds you, and does no more than that, of the fragility of every moment, of how these moments can entail the most radical of beauties or be as harsh as you can imagine.

Live life to the fullest. Antarctica cries out loud just that. Look for such beauty on every sunset, on every walk on the woods, on every drop of water in a calm lake or a wild river. It does nothing more than remind you that you are nature, and that you have been longing to reconnect with this reality that lies within you.

Antarctica is a whisper of life

(written by Max Olivia)