#1360 - somewhere
Yesterday afternoon, I was walking and observing the skyscrapers around me. And I thought, "I love being in a big city", and at that moment, I felt the desire to get lost somewhere remote in the countryside.
I'm always like that.
I'm a nomad, and I would never leave my nest. I love people, and I want to be alone. I am lazy, and I do a lot of things. I am happy and melancholic. I love silence, and I talk a lot. Unquiet and zen. Rational and impulsive. Peaceful and violent. Disciplined and self-indulgent. Linear and non-linear. Spirit and matter.
The list can go on forever.
I feel like a living paradox.
Flowing and floating between my own polarities.
I am somewhere in between and nowhere at the same time.
A part of me craves a well-defined identity.
It would make it way easier to find my place in the world.
Yet, at the same time, I shudder at the idea of finding myself stuck in a box.
As much as I want to find a centre, I feel I'm expanding like the universe.
I love it and loathe it at the same time.
Maybe, that's my place.
Somewhere that is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Whatever, it's breakfast time.