Well, it's been more than a year since I last wrote here, so it's probably about time I'll update with what I'm going through these days.
The main reason I'm back to this blog is because a change in a shape of a trip is about to be a part of my life. And this blog's initial purpose was to treasure thoughts and insights from my well remembered trip to America. This time the plane will take off to the opposite direction, which means east, to India. Why India particularly? I honestly don't know. I've been thinking of practically everywhere in the world, including Africa, Thailand, Japan, Australia, back to south America, or central America but I think it was one sentence that came out of my friend's mouth, that had finally tipped the scales. He, who was trying to convince me to go to convenient Thailand, said, as an argument to waive the India idea: "Landing on India is the closest experience to landing on a new planet".
The other day I was sitting on the grass, at the city park, when an eccentric guy came up to me. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, since I really enjoy the Arctic Monkeys, but eventually I let the headphones go, so I could hear what the man had to offer. He introduced himself as a poet, and told me he has pinpointed me as his poems potential buyer as I was an extraordinary view of a young man reading. I'm 24. Then he added he is the so-claimed famous "bank manager who gave up everything to become a poet". He told me about a T.V. show they making about him, "The bank manager who gave everything up to become a poet". I was politely smiling at him, but what I really wanted to say to him is that I sincerely appreciate the truth lightened up his world, the unmaterialism he's been going through, but what is the thing with the bank manager mentioning? If you are really true with yourself, you gave up all of these you claim are lies, why are you using them to promote your poems? why using lies to sell truth? It just doesn't make any sense! So I handed him a handful of coins and thanked him for his songs.
I hope to get my life changing experience in India. Hopefully it will be a meaningful one, but must I be honest with myself and say it's probably not the reason I'm taking this trip. I've been running an envious life. Getting paid well, even comparing to people with a degree, living at the very center of this country's greatest city, having lots of lovers. A sanity doesn't get along with all this goodness for too long. It's just too perfect, which is a nicer word for boring. I feel like most of what I've learned came from the tougher eras of my life. Trauma to our mind is like injector to our veins. And yes, comparing heroin to insights is conceivable.
