Thursday, October 26, 2006
we watched it all night. we grew up in spite of it.
A friend of mine was bored and asked me to tell her a story. I started writing randomness. Here's what fell out:
ok. so there's this girl. she's got her ups and she's got her downs. her life is fine. not the best, but she does alright.
as she shutters in her passenger cabin seat, a slight notion of fear strikes her. maybe this is a bad idea, she thinks. maybe things won't be okay. but then she remembers the point. the point is that there is no point. there is no reason to what she's doing. and that's why she's doing it.
now you could call it an escape if you wanted. but that wouldn't really make it one. she's on this plane over the north pole because she had nothing better to do. maybe she's fancying the idea of a new brand of stealth. a new place. a new start. a new taste of independence.
for most people, leaving their lives behind spontaneously is a nerve-wrecking, grueling job.
one that can usually send 1000 volts into the conscience and knock out the will. but for her, it is something life-giving and priceless.
now, this is not to say that she didn't plan ahead. that she had no plan of action for when she got to where she was going. ofcourse she had the money, the reservations, the back-ups, and the necessities for this endeavor. she's not crazy.
don't even think for a second that she's crazy.
but it's okay if you do. she likes it. she loves the label of craziness.
no one knows where she's going. no one but her. it's been like that for months. she really loves that part. patience is a virtue. a very very rich virtue. one that she will no doubtedly be paid handsomely by for her effort in secrecy.
but the bonus is that she enjoyed having the secret. holding it. having something that no one else has. it put a smile on her face. and that's what mattered.
now i sit beside her in this boeing 737, watching her smile. she turns to me and chuckles. a satisfied smartass type of chuckle. then she tells me nothing is worth anything unless somebody remembers it when you're gone.
it was random.
it was true.
it was hard.
i agreed and fell back to sleep.
and find somewhere to go
find somewhere to grow"
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THAT WAS ME!!
Hmmm....you're almost an Epicurean.....look it up you might be interested....