i got to thinking of life and all the fine details that make it so. i thought of new apartments and empty rooms that we fill with our belongings and the furniture that we rearange accordingly. a cold and empty shell slowly turns into a warm place wtih colors just right to suit our tastes; i prefer red bedrooms. on our walls we hang pictures of things we want to share with others, like tattoos on our arms they somehow show the traces of where we've been and what inspires us most.
wake up early and make your bed, it will be a much better day for you.
i walk the crooked backstreets of taksim somewhere on the border with the slightly better neighborhood of Cihangir downhill from my loveable home. i kind of like it when there is that mist of rain that seems to appear out of nowhere in istanbul once every 9 days or so. its days like this i like to take my pen and paper, a little bit tired but i'm mostly inspired.
you shouldn't hold on too tightly to moments as their purpose is to pass. i try really hard to let them do so because as it turns out the survival rate of any moment drops to zero on a long enough scale. so much i wish i could bottle all the love that i've found and keep it in a jar on my bedroom bookshelf but the collection of memories constitutes gathering dust.. i'd rather not have dust on my favorite memories.
sometimes i feel like this party is just getting started. i feel like its that part of some mythical adventure when you first recieve keys to the airship and the world is now yours to explore no matter which direction something has intended you to travel in. i cant tell if i've learned to listen more carefully or to just simply stop listening all together. perhaps that is a luxury of aging; we trade pointless idealist for the gift of freedom (ironically freedom from idealism).
we could learn something from the stragers we pass. its in that absense of idealism that i start to look at people for the guilt that they hide. i see strangers on the bus and i picture them in all of their walks through life and wonder what kind of craziness they hide. when it boils down to it humans are pretty wild animals, blessed with the crave of instinct yet burdened with the curse of morality. its a really interesting situation we've created for ourselves and sometimes i wonder how things could have turned out differently should someone be given the chance to re-roll the dice.
so i make my bed and put on my teacher's face. i'm working hard towards something and i'm fully aware of the consequences, or signed-unwritten contract, pertaining to existing on planet earth. as i've been told and as i've seen tragedy can strike us anywhere. i'm not afraid of dark alleys and the jackals of the street, i'm just smart enough not to be there in the first place. i'll keep my inspiration close to me and walk the back roads of misty rain, pen and paper in hand with a bit of a smile knowing that something has truly blessed me.
slow down, my friends.. i bet things start to get interesting for you.