mercoledì 30 ottobre 2013

City Tales - stuff I come up with on my way to work.



Ive been dwelling in the idea that purpose has a sense of direction, therefore it must be made of a line, and as how most of us have a purpose in life, we all cross each other's line of purpose. With that in mind, what if these lines were what we call our "souls" or "personalities"...it means we could go from being a "rich-spoiled-girl-whose-purpose-in-life-is-marrying-a-rich-prick-she-met-at-a-rich-people's-club-lastnight" to a "brilliant-scientist-whose-purpose-in-life-is-to-find-the-cure-to-cancer".

In this scenario, one can be whoever one wishes, but the trouble is that we are unaware of these changes, and once we've crossed that path we would only live the life for a split second. The only time that we could have a glimpse of what's happening is when we go to sleep and we dream someone else's purposes, in those weird dreams where we meet people we don't know and do stuff we are unable to do in this life.


If this was true, our purposes, or lives, would just be a wearable state of mind, and this whole idea would be a "collective thinking".

Ha! what if...

1 commento:

  1. Você como sempre me faz sorrir, pois eu sei que dentro de você há tudo isso que você escreve só esperando o simples gesto do abrir a agenda com um lápis na mão -- para assim o seu brilho começar.

    You as always make me smile, because I know that within you there is everything that you write only waiting for the simple gesture of open an agenda with a pencil in hand - for your shine begins.
    Nature blesses you!

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