"If only Miyazaki films were like real life. No, if only real life was like Miyazaki films - at least the love stories." That's what my youngest brother said. He doesn't know how many times I have felt exactly the same way. We each make our own stories through life; no one has to follow the same path everyone else does - it's okay to carve our own impression into the rock of life. But it's not easy, if something goes wrong "you only have yourself to blame."
And the rain quietly sings its lullaby and gently guides me to a state of dreams and whispers of the heart.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Open your eyes
The cacophony of violins, drums, guitars, and other orchestral music crescendos into catharsis.
Open your eyes.
It moves me everytime I hear it. And everytime I listen to it I'm taken back to that night driving around Ithaca in the snow, gazing up at the stars, and driving just because we wanted to drive, without another care in the world. I could have spent all night out there under those stars - those stars that allow us to look into the past. Time travelers along the road of life.
Open your eyes.
It moves me everytime I hear it. And everytime I listen to it I'm taken back to that night driving around Ithaca in the snow, gazing up at the stars, and driving just because we wanted to drive, without another care in the world. I could have spent all night out there under those stars - those stars that allow us to look into the past. Time travelers along the road of life.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Voltairean Travels
Voltaire writes in Candide, "Travel's the thing." He continues:
Such is the desire to be always on the move, to be somebody, and to show off about what you've seen on your travels...
However, he further writes:
When one is reasonably content in a place, one ought to stay there.
I am more than reasonably content with Japan and Hong Kong (especially Japan), but there is still so much I want to see and experience in the world. But is that not what travel is - to leave for somewhere new, to explore, and to return from whence you came with tales of your adventures? But long-term travel? Constantly moving about? Is that still travel, or is that where it becomes wanderlust? Wanderlust seems to imply perpetual unhappiness - no one place is good enough. Should we keep in check wanderlust or allow it to become our very guide through life?
Such is the desire to be always on the move, to be somebody, and to show off about what you've seen on your travels...
However, he further writes:
When one is reasonably content in a place, one ought to stay there.
I am more than reasonably content with Japan and Hong Kong (especially Japan), but there is still so much I want to see and experience in the world. But is that not what travel is - to leave for somewhere new, to explore, and to return from whence you came with tales of your adventures? But long-term travel? Constantly moving about? Is that still travel, or is that where it becomes wanderlust? Wanderlust seems to imply perpetual unhappiness - no one place is good enough. Should we keep in check wanderlust or allow it to become our very guide through life?
On My Mind
Something's there. I feel like I should be really pensive, but the environment around me just isn't conducive to that. I feel like I'm trapped in the purgatory that is emotional indecision. And the greatest thing is, I don't even know why I'm feeling this need to be pensive. Perhaps it's the new future ahead of me combined with some nostalgic childhood moments.
Or maybe it's just the fact I've been sick all week.
Or maybe it's just the fact I've been sick all week.
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