We spend a life trying to be unattached. Unmoved and unfazed by what is happening around us. We call this freedom, or so we are told ...
The defining moments are scarce but they are there. Yet we choose to ignore them, since the safety of mediocrity is reassuring.
Can one live in society and at the same time manage to live outside its boundaries, its social codes of conduct and the everlasting feeling of decay as days wither by?
If only we could remember, the day we chose to forget, what it was like when we could still dream of a better tomorrow. If only we could still remember, the last day we wished to be different.
And in case you are wondering, this was meant for everyone who wishes to listen ...
The defining moments are scarce but they are there. Yet we choose to ignore them, since the safety of mediocrity is reassuring.
Can one live in society and at the same time manage to live outside its boundaries, its social codes of conduct and the everlasting feeling of decay as days wither by?
If only we could remember, the day we chose to forget, what it was like when we could still dream of a better tomorrow. If only we could still remember, the last day we wished to be different.
And in case you are wondering, this was meant for everyone who wishes to listen ...
I often search for this day. But I have become detached from it, or it has detached itself from me, I am unsure of which.
ReplyDeleteFrom what I've heard, you are still looking for better days, for that special tomorrow when all will be different. I just wish you knew that too, dear Ned. I've really missed our private chats, my alone time with you has always been quality.
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