A dream is a fanciful notion, if it’s not backed up with action.
Tears
Collect your tears and save them as the inevitable seasoning, for life.
Emotions and memories
Emotions and memories are fluid things that do not wait to be felt or remembered. They course thorough your body at their own pace and with their own agenda.
You sit back and watch as they unfold in front of you and often wonder how or from where they come.
These two will not be dictated to, or commandeered.
You can savour or re-remember a memory, so that it is retold fresh or stop and consider the emotion as you experience it, by measuring it against your life’s yard stick, but both will come when they are ready and not an instant before.
So here is the quandary.
When a memory evolves based on new and differing emotions, because life has thrown providence or an obstacle in your path and you are left wondering whether the memory was real to begin with.
It’s not a conscious thing and in fact it starts quite subtly, by heightening your awareness or refocusing your perceptions of the current status quo and then comparing it to the memory, just for the sake of its consistency.
So with this process simmering in the background, the mind starts crunching combinations and permutations of likely and or possible outcomes and within a short period of time, becomes completely fixated on the source of the inconsistency.
So you say, ‘enough of this nonsense, I’ve made a decision…I say that the inconsistency never occurred and that my memory is rewound to the earlier time, I am the master here, after all!’
Master or slave is a matter of opinion, but the fact remains, the memory cannot be rewound and you are left, living with the new memory based on new emotions which can never be the same as the ones of old.
Insomniac blundering
When the sun comes out from beneath the heavy clouds, and reflects the earlier precipitation, I think of rebirth and the many varied possibilities that the universe is presenting to us.
We can choose to see it as such and make use of the faculties and abilities which we have been blessed with, or just walk by in our well practiced insomniac blundering.
This is a simple concept to philosophise about, but so difficult to remember, whilst living…
Cafe observations
The singularly most enjoyable part of drinking a coffee or dining alone in a cafe, is observing the patrons and staff alike. When people are truly unsuspecting (not reality tv unsuspecting), they engage in the most peculiar and bizarre social behaviours.
You can regularly see grown men, puffing out their chests and pluming their hair in a passive aggressive manner, intended to be noticed and revered. This primitive manner is trying to convey a completely baseless notion of ” you don’t deserve me, but if you insist…”
By some miraculous deduction a compatible female must, observing this phenomenon, realise this notion, submit to his superiority and plead for an audience. Naturally you can observe such male/female interaction at any cafe ( I dare say, globally).
So, you’ve had a laugh at the males foolish behaviour and resume reading Kundera, only to notice a girl dressed in casual kit, sitting by herself & flicking through a nondescript fashion mag. At first glance, you would be forgiven for thinking, here is a girl with mature sense of self, happily spending time alone. Upon closer examination however, you will notice the “random” scan of the surroundings. These “random” acts are very strategic and thorough. Furthermore, the well camouflaged hunter, maintains her cool despite several invitations (direct male eye contact).
Once a suitable target has been identified, she proceeds to physically project her unavailability by refusing any prolonged eye contact. This is the famous, “I know you are there, I think you’re ok but you need to work for it”, routine played out over again.
The vast majority of the dim witted males, who are not busy puffing their chests, simply interpret this to mean, ‘shes just not that into me’ and move on to a less hostile environment.
Considering these scenarios, it’s amazing there any couples at all.
Whatever happened to returning proper eye contact? To smiling at people for no other reason than they don’t offend your sensibilities. Where is the old motto of “it costs nothing to be nice.”
These are whimsical questions of a romantic, the reality of most modern society is that straightforwardness is avoided because it’s deemed to be too plebeian. Everybody wants to be special for it’s own sake and not for anything good or noble. We are all cannibals of culture and good manners to some extent.