Mainly just ramblings I decided to write down...and for some reason I've now decided to share. As a warning, if you're just going to post pointless drivel (tl;dr as an example, or things similar), you'll be AWMed for spam. This is your warning.
Anyway,
I lie in the grass in the park and watch the clouds go by. I see birds fly overhead and I wonder if they have any idea what global warming is or how their choices affect their lives. Do they know of life in the countryside? Are they living in this city by choice? Do they care? Or do they just concentrate on not being stepped on by people while they try to find their next meal? I wonder if birds are ignorant because they don't know of the things that are important to people...or if they're better off not knowing. People always use the term "free as a bird"...but...are they?
Sometimes when I'm in the car, I look at people in their cars driving by or sitting at the stoplights, and I wonder how their life is going in their little life-bubble. I wonder where they are going and where they are from. Maybe they are going to a wedding, or a funeral, or to somebody's house. Maybe to a party or driving just to get away from wherever they once were; finally driving out of their bubble or into the place they've always dreamed of going. Everyone has a different story, and I wonder what theirs is and what they are thinking at that very moment.
When on an airplane I look out the window and watch the ground go by. I never think about the people below me. For some reason, as I distance myself from the world, I do precisely that. Not only is my body moving away from the Earth, but my mind is also. The people sitting in traffic on the freeway become nothing to me but motionless little dots along a line on the ground. We need this escape. This ability to forget about life for a while. When you're on that plane, nothing matters. To me, that's an escape. No one can call you in to work a shift when you're at 35,000 feet. During that time, only your destination matters...and that should be a metaphor for life.
Different people find different things important and, while I hold my own list of priorities, sometimes I enjoy reading over the lists of others. It's amazing how intimately you get to know someone by finding out what's important to them. Many people define being intimate with physicality, but I think that couldn't be further from the truth. If I know you have three freckles on your inner thigh, how is that more intimate than knowing what you're willing to sacrifice to achieve your dreams?
People are so concerned about the perceptions of others. I've been a fan of the saying "the people who care don't matter and the people who matter don't care". Do your friends care if you made a bad decision and embarrassed yourself? Or will they be there by your side the entire time? If it's the former, then what kind of friends are they in the first place?
Do birds worry about this?
Anyway,
I lie in the grass in the park and watch the clouds go by. I see birds fly overhead and I wonder if they have any idea what global warming is or how their choices affect their lives. Do they know of life in the countryside? Are they living in this city by choice? Do they care? Or do they just concentrate on not being stepped on by people while they try to find their next meal? I wonder if birds are ignorant because they don't know of the things that are important to people...or if they're better off not knowing. People always use the term "free as a bird"...but...are they?
Sometimes when I'm in the car, I look at people in their cars driving by or sitting at the stoplights, and I wonder how their life is going in their little life-bubble. I wonder where they are going and where they are from. Maybe they are going to a wedding, or a funeral, or to somebody's house. Maybe to a party or driving just to get away from wherever they once were; finally driving out of their bubble or into the place they've always dreamed of going. Everyone has a different story, and I wonder what theirs is and what they are thinking at that very moment.
When on an airplane I look out the window and watch the ground go by. I never think about the people below me. For some reason, as I distance myself from the world, I do precisely that. Not only is my body moving away from the Earth, but my mind is also. The people sitting in traffic on the freeway become nothing to me but motionless little dots along a line on the ground. We need this escape. This ability to forget about life for a while. When you're on that plane, nothing matters. To me, that's an escape. No one can call you in to work a shift when you're at 35,000 feet. During that time, only your destination matters...and that should be a metaphor for life.
Different people find different things important and, while I hold my own list of priorities, sometimes I enjoy reading over the lists of others. It's amazing how intimately you get to know someone by finding out what's important to them. Many people define being intimate with physicality, but I think that couldn't be further from the truth. If I know you have three freckles on your inner thigh, how is that more intimate than knowing what you're willing to sacrifice to achieve your dreams?
People are so concerned about the perceptions of others. I've been a fan of the saying "the people who care don't matter and the people who matter don't care". Do your friends care if you made a bad decision and embarrassed yourself? Or will they be there by your side the entire time? If it's the former, then what kind of friends are they in the first place?
Do birds worry about this?
