A random discussion I have been having in my head the past few weeks. Why is it that everything I love screams water and beach or snowy peaks and big old endless horizon, yet the places that continually attract me are concrete jungles with no space to stretch out your legs? I think it's the reflection of other people and their lives all around me that prevents me from taking the laptop to that hut in the Pacific in order to run a pina colada stand. I do want to run a pina colada stand one day, but right now it's just too intriguing to see all kinds of people all around and catching little moments were everyone coexists in one place yet they are all in their very own place at the same time. I think I need the actual visual reminder and the actual daily observation of the crazies around me to gain some sort of saturation and who knows, maybe wisdom so that one day (maybe) I can plop down somewhere, very pristine and calm and be entertained and thought provoked through the little self alone.
Oh yeah, definitely not there yet. Next big concrete city here we come.
1 comment:
without concrete jungle, you'd never appreciate the pina colada dream!
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