If I had a chance to live again, I'd undoubtedly ask to be born as a lowly farmer's son in Europe during the renaissance.
With hair full of dirt and eyes full of dreams, perhaps helping poor dear father out in the fields would be how my life will pass for a certain period of time. I’d grow up as a playful child, running across the fields with my brothers and sisters, playing like there was no tomorrow.
I'd spend my days skipping stones on lakes, getting mud all over my rags, and being the receiving end of many, many reprimands from my mother. She’d scold me one minute, then run her scarred hands through my hair while I slept at night.
My father would teach me how to fish and how to make nets and traps, and I’d perhaps learn to read at the local church with the other kids. Maybe a lass or two would catch my eyes during adolescence, and I’d look at them from afar with wistful eyes. But in the end, none would stick, as my eyes would south for something that lay furthest from settling down and having a family.
And in search of that unknown thirst, with a bag hung across my shoulder, I would decide to get lost into the night.
With a worn-out sketchbook and a couple of pennies to eat, I’d roam. Some days would find me working in barns of the wealthy in the highlands; other days, maybe I’d starve, trying to find ways to earn just a little bit of money, so that I could make my way towards the city of wonder that was Florence.
Maybe it’d take me a month, maybe two, or maybe six. Maybe it’d take me years to earn enough to hitch a ride to the city’s gate. But once I’d reach it, life, would feel like it was finally beginning to bloom.
I’d never become a famous painter, nor would I ever pick up a pen to write something worth remembering.
If I do get reborn, I’d merely like to be born as a silent observer during the renaissance, who would never be amount to anyone special, working in a dingy pub in some lower-end alleys just to get by, enjoying plays whenever fortune would look up, and sketching and writing sonnets that would get lost in lack of care.
Maybe I’d dream of a better life then. Maybe I’d dream of travelling and crossing the sea like some of the braver lads did. Maybe by then, I’d hope to settle down. But the streets of Florence and its ever-growing beauty, would never cease her call upon me.
So maybe with her, I’d stay; until all the hair on my head turned grey and my skin got wrinkled, with a bag of stories and unfulfilled dreams up my sleeves and no one but the empty streets of Florence to listen to them on cold, cold nights.
If I had the chance to be reborn, I’d like to be reborn as a nobody during the renaissance.
I’d grow, live and perish, with only the city of Florence being the sole witness to my insignificant existence.
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It is interesting that you envisioned a rebirth this way. I have often heard of people wishing to be reborn as some royal or people of renown. This is quite realistic. Let's face it. The closest many of us came in days gone by to the high life was seeing it in passing. Florence is indeed beautiful. I would love to see it one day. Great piece.
I don't feel I'm worthy enough to be reborn as someone famous and rich tbh 😅 and besides, the nobles from those days, they had their own complex problems among them which I dont want any part of. I'll be happy to be a farmer's son. Lead a simple yet hardworking life and die a humble death.
Thanks for giving this a read. Florence is indeed beautiful. It's my dream to visit the city one day.
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Id like to see that happen from afar:)
maybe I'd meet you along the way fellow traveler. Maybe you'd be a failed poet, and we would meet over the Arnos in Ponte Vecchio, and you'd tell me about your strayed adventures, unfulfilled desires and long lost loves. And I'll in return decide to tag along, thinking,
"What is more merrier than to have another pair of eyes to wander,
and ears to heed when the nights get dark in this city filled with dead dreams..."
That'd be very much gay!
Heyy... Being gay in Florence will be epic! Oscar Wilde will write about us once he visits the Arnos!
This was quite an astounding read. I think you're onto a good thing here. I have never been to Florence but I do understand the beauty that it must have held during that time. I think so much of the feeling of that time has been long lost to most.
Thanks for putting it in for the weekend engagement.
Florence has always been my dream. And the time of renaissance, I'd give everything to be there to be honest. It was a time when arts and literatures were celebrated. So that time period always held a soft spot in my heart.. 😅
Thanks for giving this a read! 😄
Excellent rebirth scenario! I'd like to see the renaissance firsthand myself—but unlike you, I wouldn't want to be a nobody though! Kings and their pawns were merciless! I'd get killed!
Ohh you’ll be some lord or nobleman then?? Maybe I'll stumble across your state on my way to Florence, and youll give me a job to...um I don't know, dust off the paintings in your grand manor? 😅
Ehh? Noo! I'll be just as poor as you but I'd like to take part in the renaissance itself in an artistic capability! 👀😂
Ohhh come on be rich! I'll have a place to crash in that way! Be a famous painter. I'll brush the dusts off of all your paintings 😁