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| srsbsnsrunner (profile) wrote, on 8-6-2014 at 8:21pm | |
| Subject: strawberries. |
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| The titles of my blog entries never have anything to do with the contents of my blog. They're usually the first thing that pops into my head. I'm not even sure why I do that. Like today's title is because I was looking down at my shirt and there was a strawberry stain. Then I started thinking about strawberries and how delicious they were, then I decided I wanted to write but not about me. I want to step outside that box. So this is the little blurb about me and the rest is stepping outside the box. Everything changes Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed. Describe this experience. Changed how? Theoretically, my life would change the moment I picked up the piece of paper even before I opened it and read it because I did something new. (I don't make a habit of picking folding pieces of paper up off the sidewalk.) I'm imagining the paper on the outside says "Hey you..." Or something along those lines so I feel intrigued to pick it up. Inside I imagine a random love note from one stranger to another. Expressing the beauty and pain that is part of this world, letting another human being see from their point of view, if even just for a moment. In that moment of reading the note, my point of view would change, from my own to theirs. Even if just for a split second, I'd find myself out of my own head, curious about what this person was like. If maybe I knew them or had seen them at some point, on the bus, walking down the sidewalk, paused at a stop light... After that, I'd feel like part of me had changed because I'd gained this new experience, this new insight. When I look at the world, I look at it through a lens of experience and perspective, not solely mine, but that of others as well. Sometimes my view feels like a kaleidoscope, constantly changing yet remaining the same. The pieces remain the same yet with one twist or shake a new pattern emerges. Humph. Once again, the thought train has come to an abrupt halt in the middle of nowhere. WHY DOES THIS CONSTANTLY HAPPEN TO ME?! Oh well. It could be worse, the thought train could crash and erupt into flames. But nope, it stops in the middle of a field and just sits there. And the conductor is like "COME ON! NOT AGAIN!" And the train still just sits there because it can't hear what the conductor is saying or maybe it can and just doesn't care. Because it's a goddamn train. And trains can do whatever the fuck they want. |
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