It used to be there unseen, a stable element in my urban city landscape providing shade and wind at times. It used to be the tree. And then it became “The big tree in the corner”, a meeting place, a token of interest, a beacon of possibility. It is nagging me today, that big tree, that escaped idea… at days a virus I can’t get rid of, at others a cure I could get, and most days a well gone romantic token of what is not. What about an Instagram snapshot in my brain I could forget once taken? or rename once printed on my neurones?
Walking back from my run, I end up following a musician, at least I assumed so… He came out of Victoria Hall with a small bag and a much bigger one, which shape had not link with any instrument I could think of, so I asked. A bass clarinet was the answer, and the answer was cool enough for the conversation to keep going, from Bach to Schoenberg, from competition to the pleasure of playing until my door. Damn, barely know him and already he walked me home –which he had no choice to go to his car- the conversation going on a bit longer on the doorstep, still none of us asked for any opportunity to meet again. Of course, silly of me… we’re not yet friends on Facebook…
Unfinished conversations are like blank pages taunting you while you have forgotten pen or pencils and can no longer write on that page. Maybe the only thing left to do is “tearing the page in pieces”? Forgotten conversations then?
Global studies show that, on average, we sit 7.7 hours a day… plus time in transportation, plus time eating, plus time in coffee shop, plus time on sofa… hum… the scale is up… and the same global studies show that time standing make a huge difference, even better when we go into light exercise, like 45 minutes walking a day boosts our brain. Is it time to update politeness rules? “Would you like to take a stand?” Be the next “hip” sentence?
Hum…one… one rule to rule them all? One thought to gather them all? One idea to trigger them all? Life is movement. Ask your beating heart, without movement it stops. Ask the water at the horizon, without movement it stales. Let’s keep moving then!
Forget resolution, think horizon – Resolutions are about doing things different, mostly to create a change, but without direction what’s the point? What about picking up sports if it’s only for picking up sports? What about dieting if it’s only for dieting? What about changing if it’s only for the sake of changing? On the horizons I like to draw my dreams. Every morning and every evening I look at the sun dancing on the horizon with my dreams… a painting… a novel… a picture… a daily creation where all things around us get meaning, the tears and the laughs, the race and the rest, the joy of just being.
It seems I am lucky, I know many things I want to bring into my life. And it seems I am unlucky, as I know many things I want to bring into my life, I also see the gap between where I am and where I want to be… What’s the most important then? Which one to focus on? Would it be about what to believe or what to doubt? But the linguistics would say… to be able to doubt, we have to assume in our mind that the not successful version is possible and therefore somewhere believe in this version… hum… since all are about believing, let’s believe in luck!