This made me smile. That soft kind of smile that doesn’t entirely stretch across your face, but it reaches your eyes all the same, you know? Thankyou.
I sometimes think I was born into the wrong life. This crazy, loud, everything bigger, everything better society I find myself so often trying to escape.
I would love to become a wandering gypsy, free of everything that bounds me here; money, expectation, societies greed, that damn urge to always want more. Why? Why do we always want what we cannot have? Why do we want the newest, fastest, greatest whatever it is that we see again and again on square boxes we sit staring at hour after hour? The sound that booms to us from the radio of our fast, shiny cars; that society tells us if we have, will make our lives easier, make us more attractive, make us happier… make us what? Robots that can no longer think for ourselves? All we see is the biased view from the news, the stories that are censored and edited and changed completely from the original content, until we react exactly how they want us to.
I do what I want, and I don’t care what people think. They don’t do it very often anyway.
Youth are passed through schools that don’t teach them, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist, and finally, left stranded in the street to stare at the “glamorous” lives advertised around them.
These cities that we build our civilizations around, sorry to break it to you, but they aren’t constant. The only thing that’s constant is change, and with that comes a time when our civilzation must one day check out of this place, like we once upon a time checked into. I’ve walked through Roman ruins, Greek ruins, lost myself in the streets of Venice, a city that felt so real to me then, but in 150 years or so, will be gone, underwater, just a memory, like so many before it, and many more to come. Any traveller will understand this; walking through ancient ruins, imagining how life was back then, trying to find the point that distinguishes now from then. Somewhere along the way that daunting voice questions “how long will it be before people are walking on our ruins?”
We claim that technology has advanced our view of the world around us, I beg to fucking differ. If we really understood and grasped what else is out there, maybe we’d be more content with our own lives and appreciate all that we do have.
It’s a lesson I live over and over, to each country I travel and each friend I meet. I wish to have nothing, live in freedom, knowing that all that I have is my memories and the bonds I’ve formed with people over the years; something the world cannot take away from me with any kind of war, famine or disease. I wish to merely write and love and dance in the rain and live happily ever after in my wonderful, dreamy bohemian life.
I want nothing more than to feel my soul pressin against the inside of my skin, prickling out through my fingertips, reminding me that I am alive.
There’s more to living than just being alive. The city I currently live in has never been home to me. I used to envy birds for having the freedom able to fly away, whenever, and wherever their heart was set. Until I realised, I could too.
Travelling opens your eyes in ways that I cannot explain. There’s a double-edged comfort in feeling what I cannot express; sometimes no work of art can really grip the way I feel. But feelings are universal and that in itself explains why your own life comes to mind while reading these words. I hope you never lose this creativity inside you.
I just - I really needed to hear this. Thankyou.
Hey! I’ve spent the last half hour on Underground Writers, I’m quite fascinated by it all. Will definately consider sending something through, thanks for the link!
Those chills on a sunny day you just can’t seem to shake; emotions are merely energy and motion that you trap inside your body because of a thought. We feel how we think.
“You lose and gain friends all through life. Sometimes theres too much water under the bridge to keep going backwards and forwards. Time and space is good for turbulent relationships. Sometimes they heal, sometimes they don’t.”
Drugs are meant to alter perceptions and give you different feelings and points of views. I have no issue with people making their own decisions in their own time. However, when your decisions begin affecting me, I put my foot down. This is no longer something you do for fun, your addiction is fueling the fire inside you that’s turned you into someone I don’t even recognise, nor want to.
The burden you placed on my shoulders has finally been lifted.