You, little humans,are so amusing…
I am going to show you something about home. Take a look at this beautiful city down there. What if we could see through all these stone walls and locked doors and take a peek into the lives people live…
Do you notice that fancily dressed lady walking down the street?
Of course I do. It is really hard not to notice her. She is seems perfect: probably in her 30s with a content little smile decorating her tainted lips. She walks confidently towards the last house of the street, which happens to be her home – a beautiful white clay house.
Before entering she grabs 5 sunset coloured oranges from one of the many orange trees growing in her garden. As soon as the lady has locked the door she sits by the kitchen table,takes off her shoes and squeezes herself a glass of fresh orange juice.
She takes a sip but her face clearly tells that there is something not right about her drink and she does not wait too long to fix it. Vodka.Straight out of the fridge. Girl knows what the girl needs.
Vodka and orange juice – I can see some sophisticated sparkle lighting in her deep blue eyes.
As soon as she is done with the drink…
she is not done.
There is going to be another one.
And another one.
She is never done
until the spirit has reached her spirit.
“First of all, Why should we ever lock a door to home! Home should be a place where one is always unconditionally welcome,no matter what – even if one has lost his keys.Would you ever bungee jump ?”
Well, probably not…
“But what if there was a mattress down there that would catch you if the ropes should break so that it would be 100% safe?”
If there were no risks, you mean?Then of course I would do all kinds of crazy stuff…
“You see. Home is like that mattress down there that encourages you to experience life to the fullest because you´d always know that even if everything else goes wrong there is always a safe place to go to. A place that eliminates the risk of complete failure.”
Do you mean that the most important value of home is actually just the feeling of safety it gives you?
“Yes. The strongest power of home lies within the knowing that you have one.
If you’d need to have the key to get into home you would create a condition. Home would not be your “no-matter-what place” anymore and its main purpose would be gone.”
But how can I feel safe in a place that everyone can access ?For sure not everyone has good intentions…
(to be continued…)
pic by : Andy Maguire
I am standing at the gate, at the start of the road leading into endlessness. If I take a closer look, I spot some colourful castles in the distance floating on air.Air castles. Those castles have stars topping their quirky towers. They are all built in different styles: some of them look as if they had popped straight out of the Aladdin fairy tale, some as if they were from the far future…and my favourite ones are those that look like indian huts.
It is the first time I see wonderfulness like this….
still….I have a feeling as if I knew this place better than any other place in the universe. I feel so comfortable and safe. I feel like home.
“But this is your home – welcome back !”
Are they mind-reading me at the moment?
“But of course we are. Glad you finally decided to come in.”
Well I thought the door was locked and I tried to figure out the PIN code…
“Yes, we saw that Actually it has so far happened to all our guests from the Earth. Earthlings and their strange traditions. If time existed here, we could even say that some of them have waited there for very-very long.
But why don’t you just let us in if you know we are there, wasting our time on looking for a key. Don’t you feel bad?
“We don’t have feelings – so we cannot feel bad.There is no time here – there is nothing you waste. The time is just an invention in your head. You need it where you are from, but here it is just making you …..nervous – So,first of all, try your best to forget about the time.”
But for what purpose do you have a door here at all?To make people confused?
(to be continued…..)
They are so many,looking all the same, just in different sizes…dressed in blue, star-patterned uniforms. Their brown hair is flying lightly in the space breeze under flower wreaths. What those beings don’t have is… a face. Instead of a face there is dark space and thousands of stars blinking through the endlessness.
I am on the other side.
Had I seriously been such a fool?…Endlessly trying to open a door that did not have to be opened at all to enter….All one needed to do is just walk through it.
Such an evil joke, Universe.
…but wow. This place is special…
I am ready: just one more moment until Someone is supposed to stop at the door.I hope all goes well and in the best case I could maybe even sneak in with Someone, that would be amazing.
I breathe in. Alright.Now.
What?…Someone did not stop but walked without hesitation straight THROUGH this massive door!
Is this some kind of a ghost?Or perhaps I can as well walk through it, which would be so ridiculous because then all this stressing about finding the right code, all these tears and all this time I spent like a last idiot in front of this door, would so much be wasted…
But of course, this is not Earth and why should the Laws of Nature matter here, right?
For everlong I have been here sitting desperately in front of the door and crying.I have never felt that hopeless before…
I cannot get in, I cannot go back
I feel the energy of someone coming closer.I can tell that Someone is confident just by observing the way Someone walks: straight ahead towards the door. It awakens the spark of hope in me because probably Someone knows the pin code and can hopefully let me in…..if Someone happens to be a kind-hearted being, of course.
Maybe I should be louder..
“Hi, Excuse me”…
(Ahhh please look at me at least….I was shouting this time….Someone must be deaf and blind….or is just ignoring me…)
Alright, obviously Someone does not seem to be interested in letting me in so I need another plan.
I’m just going to stand at the back while Someone is typing in the code and try to remember the number.Yeah, that’s what I am going to do.
Gosh, Someone looks strange…