Monday, April 05, 2004
Swords of a soldier
Wondering aloud about some uncanny coincidences to his best friend of all-time (not to be confused with space-time), his best friend simply couldn't see the coincidences or ironies at all.
Some believe in fate and attribute higher meanings to remarkable coincidences.
Some wonder whether parallel lines can truly exist, since proof of their existence is impossible.
Some live easily with coincidences as being freak occurrences.
And then there's my best buddy who simply doesn't see them. :)
Much the way I can't see ghosts I guess. As an NS acquintance once put it, while everyone else was quaking in fear - (you) don't have the third eye!
*****
Sitting on my bed with my duvet drawn around me, I can't help but wonder - was it ever real? Did I really go back? As limbo evaporates into reality, will the memories fade?
Stepping through my door and picking up the acceptance letter into a BSS course - is that really me feeling happy that I'll be attending an ATLS and a BSS course all in two months? Me?
*****
My computer's back from the dead, and the obiang multicoloured neon fan I concealed deep within its chasis is casting an eerie assortment of multicoloured circular disco-lights into the shadows behind it. Very retro.
*****
Watching the vivid hues of the motherland fade away beneath me, I am, for perhaps the first time in my life filled with sadness. Perhaps age does that to a guy, smooths out the ragged rebellious wrinkles. Mellows the bite, soothes the bark. Perhaps its the realisation that parents are no longer immortal. Perhaps its missing a culture that was mine by birthright.
And yet, watching the uniform grey-green expanses of England slide diagonally up my personal windowpane as the plane banked on landing approach, I inadvertently drew in my breath as I realised it's just so damn beautiful.
*****
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
- Sting
Wondering aloud about some uncanny coincidences to his best friend of all-time (not to be confused with space-time), his best friend simply couldn't see the coincidences or ironies at all.
Some believe in fate and attribute higher meanings to remarkable coincidences.
Some wonder whether parallel lines can truly exist, since proof of their existence is impossible.
Some live easily with coincidences as being freak occurrences.
And then there's my best buddy who simply doesn't see them. :)
Much the way I can't see ghosts I guess. As an NS acquintance once put it, while everyone else was quaking in fear - (you) don't have the third eye!
*****
Sitting on my bed with my duvet drawn around me, I can't help but wonder - was it ever real? Did I really go back? As limbo evaporates into reality, will the memories fade?
Stepping through my door and picking up the acceptance letter into a BSS course - is that really me feeling happy that I'll be attending an ATLS and a BSS course all in two months? Me?
*****
My computer's back from the dead, and the obiang multicoloured neon fan I concealed deep within its chasis is casting an eerie assortment of multicoloured circular disco-lights into the shadows behind it. Very retro.
*****
Watching the vivid hues of the motherland fade away beneath me, I am, for perhaps the first time in my life filled with sadness. Perhaps age does that to a guy, smooths out the ragged rebellious wrinkles. Mellows the bite, soothes the bark. Perhaps its the realisation that parents are no longer immortal. Perhaps its missing a culture that was mine by birthright.
And yet, watching the uniform grey-green expanses of England slide diagonally up my personal windowpane as the plane banked on landing approach, I inadvertently drew in my breath as I realised it's just so damn beautiful.
*****
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
- Sting
