One of these days
summer, summer, summer, summer……. I thought I loved winter, and -.. well I still think I do, when it’s here, when it’s lovely, fluffy, white.
But now it’s so far away, and the summer is here, and it’s so fine, it’s so good, it’s green and warm, it’s so great for me now that I have done all I needed!.. Well, the state of having done everything is quite impossible though, in the wide sense, yet the way I mean it - concerning my education - it’s so sweet, so unbelievably real.
Today while washing my face I thought - people’s lives are so interconnected, every single one is a part of somebody else’s one, a part of others’ surroundings, a part of their minds, in a way no one might ever suspect… But one day, out of nowhere, somebody’s face comes to your head, somebody’s words, somebody’s story, some fleeting episode you witnessed…
And things seem inexpressibly simple then, you see you are just a part of the big process, you live in somebody’s memories, or dreams, somebody lives in yours, and the chaos is suddenly contained into simple lines you can see clearly, you can choose to follow, intertwining them with other lines or keeping aloof for as much as appears possible.
But you cannot be alone. You cannot, you’ve got no right - choose the remotest island on earth and settle down there and build a wall around your hut and by thinking you are all alone and happy untroubled by noise and imperfect people you’ll be making the greatest mistake, because still, still still somewhere you can never guess somebody is thinking about you, wishing you were there, washing your face or reading your book, or saying something, being good, living, living your life. Somebody is crying for you, whatever is left back there.
It’s you that is here, you and no other man in your shoes - then, maybe, it’s all meant to be like this, maybe that’s what it’s all about.
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But now it’s so far away, and the summer is here, and it’s so fine, it’s so good, it’s green and warm, it’s so great for me now that I have done all I needed!.. Well, the state of having done everything is quite impossible though, in the wide sense, yet the way I mean it - concerning my education - it’s so sweet, so unbelievably real.
Today while washing my face I thought - people’s lives are so interconnected, every single one is a part of somebody else’s one, a part of others’ surroundings, a part of their minds, in a way no one might ever suspect… But one day, out of nowhere, somebody’s face comes to your head, somebody’s words, somebody’s story, some fleeting episode you witnessed…
And things seem inexpressibly simple then, you see you are just a part of the big process, you live in somebody’s memories, or dreams, somebody lives in yours, and the chaos is suddenly contained into simple lines you can see clearly, you can choose to follow, intertwining them with other lines or keeping aloof for as much as appears possible.
But you cannot be alone. You cannot, you’ve got no right - choose the remotest island on earth and settle down there and build a wall around your hut and by thinking you are all alone and happy untroubled by noise and imperfect people you’ll be making the greatest mistake, because still, still still somewhere you can never guess somebody is thinking about you, wishing you were there, washing your face or reading your book, or saying something, being good, living, living your life. Somebody is crying for you, whatever is left back there.
It’s you that is here, you and no other man in your shoes - then, maybe, it’s all meant to be like this, maybe that’s what it’s all about.
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