If you never was the only one to notice a rainbow appear on the grey sky you never lived.
If you never spent your Saturday night on a sofa, watching movies, dozing and thinking "This is great!" you never lived.
If you never worked in McDonald's you never lived.
If you never had a box of chocolates with a bottle of white wine you never lived.
If you never run down the street, late for the bus but with a big grin on your face cause it's snowing you never lived.
If you never cried so hard that you couldn't breathe you never lived.
If you never woke up in the arms of someone you love you never lived.
If you never spent half of the Sunday evening looking for an open corner shop because you're chocolate cravings got out of control you never lived.
If you never tried to talk your escapee indoor cat from under the car you never lived.
(...to be continued)
Tuesday 3 March 2009
Sunday 1 March 2009
How do you like to travel?
After watching a strange and melancholic movie that compared a life to a train journey.
Is it really? How often do we meet weird strangers in our lives, how often do we have a chance to travel to a random place, how often do we fall asleep peacefully listening to a distant whistle of a train carrying us somewhere amazing, in safety? It’s more like a trip on a circular route bus. Same sights, same sounds, same stops, same people, same conversations... it's like getting on number 10 bus on the stop outside your house, greeting well known people, taking the same seat that's already took the shape of your backside, looking at the same views roll at the same pace outside, doing the same things you always do and finally falling asleep just to wake up on the same bus stop outside your house...
So, is there a way to break the routine before monotony kills the last shreds of your dreams already badly ripped by reality?
Change the bus to a car my imaginary reader and drive randomly, recklessly wherever your confused sense of direction takes you, taking all the strange looking hitchhikers with you. Or jump aboard the transsiberian and let it carry you to wherever the tracks go, meandering acres of wasteland between strange, wonderful places you never knew existed. Or get a dog sledge and let your dogs, who surely know where to go to find adventure, mystery and good camping spots, lead you, cracking the whip above their sleek backs just to keep appearances.
Metaphore is such a wondeful exercise in stretching your imagination.
Lett's buy a ticket to anywhere but here.
Is it really? How often do we meet weird strangers in our lives, how often do we have a chance to travel to a random place, how often do we fall asleep peacefully listening to a distant whistle of a train carrying us somewhere amazing, in safety? It’s more like a trip on a circular route bus. Same sights, same sounds, same stops, same people, same conversations... it's like getting on number 10 bus on the stop outside your house, greeting well known people, taking the same seat that's already took the shape of your backside, looking at the same views roll at the same pace outside, doing the same things you always do and finally falling asleep just to wake up on the same bus stop outside your house...
So, is there a way to break the routine before monotony kills the last shreds of your dreams already badly ripped by reality?
Change the bus to a car my imaginary reader and drive randomly, recklessly wherever your confused sense of direction takes you, taking all the strange looking hitchhikers with you. Or jump aboard the transsiberian and let it carry you to wherever the tracks go, meandering acres of wasteland between strange, wonderful places you never knew existed. Or get a dog sledge and let your dogs, who surely know where to go to find adventure, mystery and good camping spots, lead you, cracking the whip above their sleek backs just to keep appearances.
Metaphore is such a wondeful exercise in stretching your imagination.
Lett's buy a ticket to anywhere but here.
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