I have been away.
I have been away in all ways. Away in my thoughts. Away in my dreams. Away in the clouds. I live much of my life away from my present.
That has been on my mind quite a bit lately. Where I want to have been when I die. How I want to be remembered. Because that's what life all adds up to, right?
My cynical side is shining.
As I've mentioned before, as a child I would go to this little place called Amberland. Even in my adult life, I long for my place. For a life free from worry or stress. A life in which you could enjoy each other to your fullest extents so as when each person's time did inevitably come, we would look to one another glad to see them write out their book. A happy ending. One that meant every word.
It's funny how easy it is to turn off your feelings and plug in. To stare at a screen and forget what's happening. Gone are the days of Grandma's famous cookie recipe. Why do we need these special bonds when we have all of the recipes at our fingertips? There's no need to call home when you try to boil noodles for the first time and realize you've never actually done it and you're praying there's not more to it. Just use Google to save face.
In Amberland there would be no technology. We would have to journey to find one another or pen a letter and send it by Pony Express. (There has always been a Pony Express in Amberland. Who wouldn't want post from a pony?) We would look one another in the eye. Ring doorbells for cups of flour and stay for tea.
I have been away in all ways. Away in my thoughts. Away in my dreams. Away in the clouds. I live much of my life away from my present.
That has been on my mind quite a bit lately. Where I want to have been when I die. How I want to be remembered. Because that's what life all adds up to, right?
My cynical side is shining.
As I've mentioned before, as a child I would go to this little place called Amberland. Even in my adult life, I long for my place. For a life free from worry or stress. A life in which you could enjoy each other to your fullest extents so as when each person's time did inevitably come, we would look to one another glad to see them write out their book. A happy ending. One that meant every word.
It's funny how easy it is to turn off your feelings and plug in. To stare at a screen and forget what's happening. Gone are the days of Grandma's famous cookie recipe. Why do we need these special bonds when we have all of the recipes at our fingertips? There's no need to call home when you try to boil noodles for the first time and realize you've never actually done it and you're praying there's not more to it. Just use Google to save face.
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