From time to time I have the fear,
that the moment we stop suffering about our longings will be the one we might
be already dead. Are our desires our final stop or will we end in forgetting
that reality is made for those who cant stand their dreams? Maybe it is that
longings are made for.
Watching the first leaves falling
down the colored trees on a cloudy Sunday morning it is the question about our
longings and desires, which concerns me. Do we need somebody to wake up with,
at least on a sad day like this one to suppress our sorrows, or should we go
partying again throwing oneself into the fray – on a restless search what we
can find behind our desires? For now I was thinking for a rather long time, why
we need to know what a feeling like longing probably do call up inside of us.
Is it really about already knowing that we never will be with the one person we
might have fallen in love a long time ago without even knowing her that well,
is it the feeling of something forbidden or is it simply our entity we need to
realize once in a while wonderland is far far away? It is funny that we do
connect a metric system like miles with a distance never realizing that it is
time, which is the longest distance between two places. Will our desires be
forgotten before we are or do we simply relocate them towards one of our
different levels of reality letting it tell a new version of our story? Perhaps
it is that for we were branded with the ability to cry. Not because we are weak
but because we had to stay strong that long.
Longings do affect us in rather many
situations of our daily street life. We have everything we desire but nothing
we need – even if it is to figure out what our need really is. Maybe we are attracted too often being panicked out
of a flying time, immobile, blind and numb with no more action beyond us like
an endless search, waiting for the one moment to come we want to detain for
ever since now and suddenly, time stands still. This is the moment when someone
walks into your life and makes you realize why it never worked with somebody
else. We must carry this moment forever with us, like a picture we took with
our heart just to make sure we wont lose this very special seconds somewhere on
our path.
Longings make us stay alive by
making us believe in encounters.
Cheers
Lorax
