Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Perfect Time Of Day

Words cannot even begin to describe it. But maybe ducks can. There is this one duck crossing the lake right now, all by herself, wondering what she'll find on the other side. I call it the thrill of the unknown, the adrenaline rush flowing through the veins. If only ducks had veins. Oh wait, they do. But this is not really about ducks, is it?

No, it's about something so much more than that. It's about a journey, a roller-coaster ride from the boring to the exciting, from the lowest altitude to the highest one. It's about the life-altering high you get when the plane reaches its destination while you were too busy sleeping on that stranger's shoulder to your right. It's about learning to live again, this time for real.

Sure, maybe it's not as easy as you thought it would be, but it sure as hell (or maybe heaven) is worth it. And outgrowing the nest may not be the best thing that happens to you, but it might just be exactly what you've been waiting for all along. The right amount of happiness, the wrong amount of sadness.

And as your reflection in the lake fades away, you realise that this is it, this is that moment. The perfect time of day. Your perfect time of day. My..

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Waiting Behind The Yellow Line

When inspiration is lacking, I come here. It's only five minutes away from home but it helps me clear my mind. People usually come here for one reason and it isn't to clear their heads. Well, today I'm here and I'm uninspired and I would really like to know what's up with that. So instead I observe people. They might just do the trick.

The cleaning lady is exhausted. I'm assuming she has been crossing the yellow line all day. And yet, she is in the exact same position she was in this morning. Flying nowhere. Except maybe home to her kids.

The ground hostess, on the other hand, has it easy. Her desk is clean. The cleaning lady cleaned it for her. All she has to do now is sit down and plaster a smile on her face. But for tonight she is flying nowhere either. Except maybe home to herself.

Suddenly I realise that sometimes being happy isn't about the highest paycheck every month. Sometimes, being happy is about having someone to return to every day. And sometimes, it's about the wait behind the yellow line.