jueves, noviembre 11, 2004
Boredom and Wanderlust
The time has come, the Walrus said...
... oh yes, the time has certainly come again. After the long hours sitting at home by myself on that long weekend (not that I didn't enjoy it), I came to a certain conclusion. A longing was awakened and then made even more acute a few days ago when my sister's Canadian photos danced before my eyes.
There is no one word which I could use to define myself. My moods and soul colors are many, and sometimes when someone asks "How are you?" I actually have to stop and ask the many millions of me's inside myself to check. (Of course, during regular human exchanges, I go for the easy way out and say "Fine!"). However, one of the things that has certainly defined me has always been a deep-set desire to travel, see the world, change the scenery around me. It might be that I have read to many books and seen too many movies, and that I therefore expect that the only life worth leading is the one surrounded by magnificent landscapes, interesting sights, postcard moments. It might be so; certainly chaotic Mexico City is not such a place (or rather, although it does have the above, one rarely notices, since there is also traffic, pollution, stress, and other factors which prevent their enjoyment. They are also few and far between.). And one would think that Romanticism was a thing of the 19th century!
The conclusion was that, although I like what I do, love my home and have favorite places, I am not satisfied with my life as it is right now. It has only been 3 months since I came back from Europe and already I want more, preferably in the form of a few months spent abroad. The restlessness is back. Work, dance, studies all seem quite useless. January will be a change but not a full one... I just need something to look forward to, and perhaps, too, I need to escape.
"Fortune, smile once more, turn thy wheel."
The time has come, the Walrus said...
... oh yes, the time has certainly come again. After the long hours sitting at home by myself on that long weekend (not that I didn't enjoy it), I came to a certain conclusion. A longing was awakened and then made even more acute a few days ago when my sister's Canadian photos danced before my eyes.
There is no one word which I could use to define myself. My moods and soul colors are many, and sometimes when someone asks "How are you?" I actually have to stop and ask the many millions of me's inside myself to check. (Of course, during regular human exchanges, I go for the easy way out and say "Fine!"). However, one of the things that has certainly defined me has always been a deep-set desire to travel, see the world, change the scenery around me. It might be that I have read to many books and seen too many movies, and that I therefore expect that the only life worth leading is the one surrounded by magnificent landscapes, interesting sights, postcard moments. It might be so; certainly chaotic Mexico City is not such a place (or rather, although it does have the above, one rarely notices, since there is also traffic, pollution, stress, and other factors which prevent their enjoyment. They are also few and far between.). And one would think that Romanticism was a thing of the 19th century!
The conclusion was that, although I like what I do, love my home and have favorite places, I am not satisfied with my life as it is right now. It has only been 3 months since I came back from Europe and already I want more, preferably in the form of a few months spent abroad. The restlessness is back. Work, dance, studies all seem quite useless. January will be a change but not a full one... I just need something to look forward to, and perhaps, too, I need to escape.
"Fortune, smile once more, turn thy wheel."
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