Monday, 18.Aug.2014
What a better way to describe a day than calling it by it’s name! We get so attached to the week and its meaning along aside the rituals that -of course- is easy to forget we have the possibility to choose the activities for ourselves. Probably in the same way we forget making with our lives what we want and can. It’s so scary how attached we are to common reality that we leave behind our individual one. By this I don’t suggest a total system entropy to endorse my personality as an outsider and I don’t even claim to have the right to question other people’s way of being and thinking. My point is simple, it makes me scared to see robots walking down the streets everyday, a bunch of shadows waking up to days they don’t wish to have and obligations they merely seem to handle in order to fulfill expectations that might not even lead somewhere. I am afraid of time, I am afraid of looking back and being unhappy or unsatisfied with my experiences and as I watched a long time ago in a french movie I am afraid of becoming a fish inside of an aquarium instead of one that belongs to the ocean. Call it fear, call it negativity or call it Monday, tomorrow will be another day and I would like to be able to call it “unique” instead of fearing sleeping to get to it.