Wondering, it's a luxury that the lucky ones among us get to indulge in. It's that blissful time when you get to empty your busy, little space between your ears, and let your squidgy, neuron-infested brain take a nice walk. Let it revel, jump and bunny-hop even. Phew, what an ability, what a gift!
It's what keeps us occupied in ourselves, helps us create the miracles we do. The paintings, the lyrics, the music, the art, the food, the cars, the wars, the works. Why are rains so calming? Why does friendship feel like a warm blanket? What induces respect, and what retains it? Why are some so hideous, why do some never wish well, or maybe, it's just yourself.
Why's that woman you admire all day so heartwrenchingly captivating? Why is it so easy to run out of adjectives for 'gorgeous'? And why does the word 'beautiful' feel so generic and unimaginative? Perhaps, it is, that's why.
I was standing on my balcony, looking far into the rain. A drenched pigeon came flying in, looking for a dry perch, and I heard the sound it made. I tried spelling the sound that emanated from the bird; not the first time I'd heard the sound of a pigeon. I couldn't.
Ever wondered what sounds birds and animals make? Sure, the lion roars, the crow 'kaws', the monkeys chatter, and blah, blah, blah.... Except, they don't. In fact, if animals ever realise that we have names for the sounds they make, they'll positively die laughing.
No, really, pigeons never 'Guttar goo', dogs never 'bhow-bhow', and neither do cats 'meow'. The kids are being fooled, RIGHT from Kindergarten.
All the sounds, words put in place to represent sounds, are useless. They are all instruments placed for us to somehow feel that we've understood what's around us. Do we understand what the sounds these creations emit? Nah. Even our own languages are a lot of farce put together. Do we understand each other? Some of us do. The rest, well, we need to make note of the insinuations. I wonder whether those notes are useful.
Wondering is a wonderful thing. A bit abstract, but splendid nevertheless. And, it's strange that a good chunk of us wonder in a very narrow spectrum of things. Classic examples? Work, people, the gorgeous woman, books, music, more music, the little car, world domination from time to time, the likes. Maybe add in whatever you feel like into the list, but you get the drift.
That's probably why an Elon Musk is so fascinating. Their whole realm goes way beyond themselves. How do they wonder about things so much bigger than themselves? Colonizing Mars, bullet trains across the Pacific, teleportation, man-machine bonding maybe, who knows. Night after night, they work on pet projects, when the world is snoring away. Each morning, their dream coming a step closer to completion.
Staying up late comes naturally to a lot of people I know closely. They are all the creative kind, scratching away at some itch, and it's fascinating what keeps a good lot of us up and running till the sun raises its head. Maybe it's the wonders of the world, all that's left unseen, unfelt, unread, and the pain of going away without having experienced any of it. That sense of wonder is what probably has us snatching more hours from the day than our allowance.
It's what keeps us occupied in ourselves, helps us create the miracles we do. The paintings, the lyrics, the music, the art, the food, the cars, the wars, the works. Why are rains so calming? Why does friendship feel like a warm blanket? What induces respect, and what retains it? Why are some so hideous, why do some never wish well, or maybe, it's just yourself.
Why's that woman you admire all day so heartwrenchingly captivating? Why is it so easy to run out of adjectives for 'gorgeous'? And why does the word 'beautiful' feel so generic and unimaginative? Perhaps, it is, that's why.
I was standing on my balcony, looking far into the rain. A drenched pigeon came flying in, looking for a dry perch, and I heard the sound it made. I tried spelling the sound that emanated from the bird; not the first time I'd heard the sound of a pigeon. I couldn't.
Ever wondered what sounds birds and animals make? Sure, the lion roars, the crow 'kaws', the monkeys chatter, and blah, blah, blah.... Except, they don't. In fact, if animals ever realise that we have names for the sounds they make, they'll positively die laughing.
No, really, pigeons never 'Guttar goo', dogs never 'bhow-bhow', and neither do cats 'meow'. The kids are being fooled, RIGHT from Kindergarten.
All the sounds, words put in place to represent sounds, are useless. They are all instruments placed for us to somehow feel that we've understood what's around us. Do we understand what the sounds these creations emit? Nah. Even our own languages are a lot of farce put together. Do we understand each other? Some of us do. The rest, well, we need to make note of the insinuations. I wonder whether those notes are useful.
Wondering is a wonderful thing. A bit abstract, but splendid nevertheless. And, it's strange that a good chunk of us wonder in a very narrow spectrum of things. Classic examples? Work, people, the gorgeous woman, books, music, more music, the little car, world domination from time to time, the likes. Maybe add in whatever you feel like into the list, but you get the drift.
That's probably why an Elon Musk is so fascinating. Their whole realm goes way beyond themselves. How do they wonder about things so much bigger than themselves? Colonizing Mars, bullet trains across the Pacific, teleportation, man-machine bonding maybe, who knows. Night after night, they work on pet projects, when the world is snoring away. Each morning, their dream coming a step closer to completion.
Staying up late comes naturally to a lot of people I know closely. They are all the creative kind, scratching away at some itch, and it's fascinating what keeps a good lot of us up and running till the sun raises its head. Maybe it's the wonders of the world, all that's left unseen, unfelt, unread, and the pain of going away without having experienced any of it. That sense of wonder is what probably has us snatching more hours from the day than our allowance.
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