There are times when one can feel so trapped in the bubble they have created for themselves, that you can feel as if you are suffocating in your own air! The air becomes stale, you lose that thirst for life and frankly everything seems like a chore! It's a feeling of deficiency, a bit like anaemia but with anaemia atleast you know after a couple of weeks on the old iron tablets, you will feel better. This deficiency goes deeper.
Do you ever just get that urge to leave the city, leave the island, get away from materials, technology, general social activities that makes us who we are? I want to walk,I want to walk and walk. The further the better, the more remote, the better. Where do i have in mind? Namibia!!
I know what everyone is thinking, how can you shed yourself of all those materials you love so dearly, the shoes, the bags the dresses?? Yes perhaps I will miss them but absence makes the heart grow fonder doesn't it? I am not that much of a Princess that I need to be surrounded by luxury all the time! Quite frankly, the way I feel, I would throw it all away........NAH!!!! The fact that I would even say that should mean something n'est pas?
What is making me feel this willingness to enter a world of anonymity?
Is it that one is entering some kind of identity crisis and is in search of the reason behind it?
Could it be that life in the real world is moving to quickly and there is a need to slow down and re-boot?
Possibly both of these.
For me, it's a combination of the two, and a god almighty head ache that I can't seem to shift. I need to get out, I need to get out now!!
Just the thought of walking in the desert, with only the moon as my guide brings me some kind of escape, my thoughts take me there but it's not enough. I need to be there to escape this suffocation. I need to be free.
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