”This world is not my home.”
We’ve got songs, movies, videos, pictures and even scripture based on those words. To be perfectly candid, it’s true. We’re all going to die someday. We may not become grass like Mufasa said but dust unto dust is close enough. Most people then take this to mean GIGO (Get In Get Out). Get born, do the needful and die. Do what society laid out for you and peacefully die. Sounds worked out right?
I read. A lot. For someone who does that, GIGO doesn’t seem like an option. I had a conversation with a friend one time (Favour is his name. He made me promise to reference him or he would sue. I’m not too sure he was kidding). Anyway, we travel on the same wavelength. Almost always. We both agreed on one thing that day.
We’re born in our different cities, our different environments. The earth is a circle and we’re segments of that circle making it whole. I do not understand why some people would get born, grow up, live and die in that small segment. I respect it but I don’t understand it.
Have you read “Eat, Love and Pray” by Elizabeth Gilbert? If you haven’t, please do. If you have, you will understand the joy that comes from leaving your segment of the circle and going to others. Sure this world isn’t our home but does that mean we can’t make it feel like one?
Reading helps you do that. You travel to Italy, France, Rome, England, Egypt and so many places all from your bedroom. Then if you can afford it, you backpack across different cities, take a world cruise. You live life. Doesn’t that sound better than GIGO?
Step Up is an awesome movie and I got something from it. “To travel is better than to arrive.” It is. It so is. We work so hard to make that money or get that grade or get the cute guy/girl or take a pyramid full worth of selfies. You want to arrive at the ultimate level where you have it all. But then what? Would you remember the journey taken to get there? In your old age, would you chuckle to yourself while looking at the sunset because you remembered some wild, crazy stunt you pulled in your youth?
Or would you just remember countless hours of blahhhhhhh? Exactly blah because it’s all static noise in your head. There’s nothing to remember.
I have acrophobia but I want to skydive someday. I want to get sick from eating too much Italian food. I want to meet the cast of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and thank them for being amazing people. I want to read countless scripts and interprete countless characters. I want to travel to Europe. I want to grow old and retire in a cottage full of books in the Netherlands. I want to meet J.K. Rowling and give her a big kiss for giving birth to Harry Potter. I want to love and love and love. Life that is.
I want to live. Not exist.
Till next time, keep musing.