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Path to somewhere
A year ago has passed since this picture was taken at one of the most sunny days I had in Melbourne. It’s an alley way near Swanston and Bourke Street. Remember how I was strolling around alone, just observing people and buildings, looking for life when I stumbled upon this alley.
Found this picture today in my archive, hidden for so many months and its meaning is so clear to me now. To me it resembles different stages of our lives, or the different choices we make every day. How we can change the way we live only by our choices, minds. In order to live the life we want, that we dream of and at times really need!
How one got to fight in order to get to our very own and personal paradise. Sometimes we walk through shattered glass, naked with our bare feet bleeding, just to look back and realize how far one have come and from this place one can see a bit of the paradise. Your own and personal paradise.
Unknown road ahead of us
Today we did actually find some fruitpicking work in a small town called Manjimup in Western Australia, only 4500 km away. In about one week we’ll begin our journey but first we have to get some big water containers, two new tires and enjoy our last few days in Melbourne together with our lovely Jen.
More about this in a few days time! However, if you are interested to see the road we’re going, click here for Google maps. As you probably can see on the map, there is a pit stop in a town called Coober Pedy… It’s a special place where people live underground due to the constant heat in the desert. Interesting place to photograph? I would guess so!
Good night to you all and stay happy. Also thanks alot for reading my blog. I really appreciate it.
Together we’ll make a difference
On the 23rd of May, a couple of days after our arrival to Melbourne, we went to the city centre. By accident we witnessed a big protest against the Sri Lankan army and the systematic abuse of Tamil women. From what I’ve read the army uses “rape as a weapon of war” which makes me understand the serious and harsh faces amongst all the participants.
While I was waiting
For an hour now I’ve been trying to come up with something poetic regarding the emotions from this picture. Although I have some ideas that I have even written down, none of them seem to fit perfectly. There was a time, around five-six years ago that I could have drawn up a whole world in a matter of minutes. The words, my emotions, they wanted to leave my senses, my heart and soul to get written – in an instant. They were so fast not even my fingers would catch up with them. Except for these occasions when the phone rang, then I could write down what I had in my mind at the same time as I talked.
What I wanted to say in poetry, now just have to be acceptable with my words. That is, while I was waiting for my passion for writing to return, I think it got even more lost. Since it disappeared a few years ago I’ve sat down a few times and been waiting for the right moment to write. It never really came and so I’ve been sitting here with my pen and paper waiting… when what I should have done is to just write! Exercise my mind, go for it, both wild and crazy! Just close my eyes and write whatever comes out although it might be utter rubbish. I would still be writing down some part of my soul even if it at this stage came from the surface of my soul.
Despite the fact I’ve always been interested in photography, it has become more and more profound with these last years and mostly with this last year. It’s a way for me to function with the necessary creativity which is bound in all of us. You yourself might not paint, play music or write poems. I can however guarantee that if you are truly happy, you probably express yourself in some sort of creative way. There are so many ways. One big example people might not think of is cooking. Cooking is art. So is being a great listener. Understanding people, as well as writing poetry or any other of the classic things. Designing a computer game or a new application. That is art. So is enjoying life. Some are born with a natural instinct of seeing the beautiful in life, while others have to try hard. We are all different. We are all better at certain things.
The trick if you want to accomplish something, is to practice every day. Try. Learn. Open your mind. Change your views. Instead of pulling the shower curtain to the left or the right, as you always do, try pulling it the other way. Instead of left, take it to the right. You’ll notice an immediate change in just by changing small things. Then you feel it is a new day and with that comes new opportunities because you are broadening your mind. And if you really want to be better at something, then practice. Practice every single day. Practice as much as you want. That is something I’ve unfortunately been very bad at when it comes to gaining new writing skills. Instead of trying and practicing, I have been waiting for the right moment when I should’ve just grabbed the moment myself by the neck.
If you only wait for new opportunities instead of creating them, then you’ll be in for a long wait. In the end you might be on the brink of dying. And life is just too beautiful for dying. At least if you are only waiting. It’s much more pleasant to die when you live, in some macabre and poetic way.
A one way ticket to Frankfurt please. Part 2
Imagine early in the morning. You arrive at the airport, safe and well. A bit tired of course, but that’s not more than you expect from someone who wakes up to party music in to morning. You go through the thick glass security doors into the airport. The backpack lies heavy on your shoulders although the anticipation before the journey makes it almost weightless.
You are almost three hours early, so you can relax. Read a book, think about life, why a ball is round or perhaps watch people. Try to imagine where they all are going and why? What kind of people are they? Do they feel fulfilled? Are there life the way they want it? You have all the time in the world to dream away, since you are sitting in front of the check-in desk.
When they finally open the check-in desk you don’t rush forward. You are so calm and try to take in every moment, all that is happening, have happened. Realizing what goals you have finished and all the obstacles like thorn bushes, you have fought your way through. How all of them have torn you in some places. Some of them are still sore, some of them might disturb your sleep at occasions and some… Some you don’t even feel anymore. They are you. They don’t affect you. So in front of this check-in desk, you wait. Don’t want to rush.
But the world comes crashing back when you are standing there. Getting your sentence you weren’t even aware of. You are told that your precious Visa is not valid. Although you have your ticket to New Zealand for the so-called Visa-run and then your ticket back to Australia, you are not allowed to enter New Zealand. You can feel your heart, though uncertain if it beats faster or if it have just stopped. The reason why you can’t enter NZ is because you don’t have a valid Visa for the return ticket. There is only one solution.
You have to book a ticket from Auckland in New Zealand to somewhere in Europe. Your heart have unbelievably at this point now woke up and you feel the sweat while you run around the airport in search for a travel agency from which you got to have a valid fully-refundable ticket to Europe in the nearest 45 minutes. After several instructions you find the travel agency. Which does not open in another hour.
After some more running you find the Qantas Flight desk. Everyone in the line is just so slow. In fact, you are asking yourself whether they are alive, stupid or just are trying to mess with you since the check-in ends in 30 minutes. After several sweaty moments you are next in line. 20 minutes left. Lucky for you, in this moment you get the nicest person in the whole wide world. She is so helpful and time-efficient. She says however that this is gonna be expensive. Very expensive. Though you get the whole amount back except for an administration fee. You throw your VISA-card at her along with your passport and say ‘I’ll take it.’
The marathon back to the check-in is a fast one. Five minutes left. You’ll make it!
But you are not alone in the queue. Lots of other people are late and a few others also had problems with their Visas. It’s less than 50 minutes before departure when you get to the desk. You are supposed to be checked-in 90 minutes before departure. It’s the same girl as before and she is just so slow. Chit-chatting in a normal manor and really takes her time.
40 minutes left and you have the security to pass along with several others. Soon they will begin boarding.
It’s a miracle. You arrived at the gate just when they begin boarding the plane and you are thinking ‘This is just going way to smooth, is this really the flight to Auckland?’ Then you understand that you don’t really care. It’s just another adventure.
