So the sun is out and that may be a good thing, depending on how you view things.
It is out and it is warming the land and yet it remains cold in this house, but maybe right now that is a good thing. I’m not sure yet, but it might just be a good thing. Could be a bad thing; might be a good thing.
It is good to be inside some of the time but not all of the time. I think that one might be able to say “vice versa” about this statement. Who knows? I don’t want to know and I don’t want to meet the person who would say this. There are other things I consider important in life and meeting this particular person certainly is not high on the list. Other things are, however. Photography is important. Music is important. Drawing is important. Walking and cycling are both important. Meeting this person is not important.
Maybe one day this person will be important when it comes to the act of meeting them. I don’t know if I want to discover that day. I think I’d much rather avoid it as much as I possibly can. However, I cannot deny that there may come a time when I have to confront this act of meeting someone whom I don’t want to meet and then deal with the act of that meeting. It might just happen.
Maybe I can avoid it entirely. Maybe there still is time and I can get away from the whole thing, then let it pass on by, then return. Maybe this is a route that I need to pursue. In the name of avoiding things, I just might.
However, where would I go? What would I do? Is there any point at all? Well, I do know as to where I would go, and that is away from the day that denotes the point at which I would meet such a person. I would wander for a while and experience things.
Maybe I would wander away from the city and see what lies beyond. There are many paths I could follow. I could go into the bush and follow the coast for a while, see where water meets land and all that other stuff. Marvel in the beauty of nature and appreciate how insignificant I am in the grand scheme of things. Try and come to some realisations and really dig into myself. All that kind of stuff.
The air would be fresh and my legs would grow strong… hopefully. There would be little to disturb my thoughts and motion other than the need to pay attention to where I would be going and the occasional person or group of people. It would mostly be peaceful, except for when it would not be peaceful, but sometimes that is the way things go and you’ve got to take what you can when you can, but only so long as you are not harming others. Selfishness is not a virtue. It can drive things, but it is not something to rely upon.
The hills would feel alive, as would the sounds of the ocean roaring against the cliffs. Winds would create sound as they blow through various forms of vegetation and I would be there to experience it all. My wandering would show me things that I don’t often get to see, and I would be shown in more detail than usual.
Perhaps there would come a time when walking would not longer be necessary, but then it would be time to sit and think. I’d need to think for a while and think on things that I don’t often think about. There’s the ideal of the solitary journey where one has a good long think about themselves and their lot in life and all those other things, and perhaps that would be the journey of which I would truly be taking. I would be in the dark after having a meal, looking at the stars, though only briefly as I would be in the dark and just thinking, staring off into the infinite distance, working things out about who I am and all those other things.
Eventually I would feel as though there may be a need to return, for even though I would have journeyed far and wide, there still is a home for which I may feel a need to return to and in this return the journey would be different, for when I started I was young and naïve, but now in all my trials and tribulations I would be returning different. Changed. The environment in which I was in before my journeying would be different, yes, but it would also be stagnant, for it never really changes and that would be something that I could no longer accept. Restlessness and discomfort would come over me. I would have spent a lot of time outside and that was good. Great even. However, as good as being inside would feel, it just wouldn’t quite be the same, for I would have changed too much to be able to fit in with the environment that I had left behind to go on a journey which led to the change. Not necessarily to growth, though there certainly would be some of that, but change and shift.
And so I would get all my things that I felt necessary to take with me once more, and once more I would take my steps out into a world known, but no longer familiar. I would once more go looking for other things out there, and once more I would find myself looking deeply inward to work out more things.
Upon my leaving wherever I would be, someone I know would ask where I was going. I would say that whilst it was good to be inside some of the time, it wasn’t good all of the time, to which they would say “Vice versa”.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:04:39
This one was both a bit of a challenge and easy to write.
Not sure why.
Maybe it’s due to stretching things out.
I didn’t consciously do so, but I can see that I did now that the whole mess is written.
Definitely could’ve been shorter.
Written at home.