I don’t think that loneliness gets any worse than city life. You think it’s a paradox because in all probability you've been turned. After a hectic working day when I ponder the significance of it all at night, I find there is actually nothing in it. Our so called “working hard for the future”, career and busy schedules do nothing but drive us apart from everything that is important to us : family, friends. . . .even ourselves; until we find ourselves trapped before the computer, trapped in a routine, trapped in the partying and tripping, trapped so smooth that we happily embrace it. And we are turned. Tie a bird down from birth and it will be programmed not to fly. But the intrinsic urge never dies, it will know one day.
That is why it fascinates me to watch trees swaying during storms. They aren't trapped. Through the wild whistling wind, they move with the spirit of utter abandon; earth and sky coming turbulently alive to remind us that they were here first.
As I write this, I keep glancing out my half open window at the dancing tree tops and the flashing sky. Honestly, I’d love to be in one of those palm trees' place now, soaking in the rain, feeling the cold seep through my skin. It’s breathtaking to imagine.
City life desensitizes us. So overpowered are we with the smell of fumes, the noise of traffic, concrete bleaching our sight, AC cooling our skin, we could well be robots, and we are more than ok with that.
If I were Superman, I believe I’d have no time to save mankind; I’d be too busy flying around, and hop skip jumping in the rain..!!
That is why it fascinates me to watch trees swaying during storms. They aren't trapped. Through the wild whistling wind, they move with the spirit of utter abandon; earth and sky coming turbulently alive to remind us that they were here first.
As I write this, I keep glancing out my half open window at the dancing tree tops and the flashing sky. Honestly, I’d love to be in one of those palm trees' place now, soaking in the rain, feeling the cold seep through my skin. It’s breathtaking to imagine.
City life desensitizes us. So overpowered are we with the smell of fumes, the noise of traffic, concrete bleaching our sight, AC cooling our skin, we could well be robots, and we are more than ok with that.
If I were Superman, I believe I’d have no time to save mankind; I’d be too busy flying around, and hop skip jumping in the rain..!!