Monday, February 20, 2012
It has been snowing over here.
No, it was not even snow. It was icy drizzle, prickling your cheeks and sticking on your gloves and coat.
The fields were frozen. Dead foxes, dead flowers, a withe layer covering the earth.
I still feel isolated. My fingers are cold. There's ice in my hair.
There only are few places I can go to escape reality.
There is my mind, where everything is fine again.
There are stories, where I can lose myself in.
And there are my dreams, where it is Summer and we dance together...
In my dreams, everything is fine. There's no need to fight, to run, to be strong there. There are no tears, no broken hearted, no troubled minds.
I'm taken to places I remember. Places I've been. I might have seen more from the world than many others have, but still I feel like I haven't seen a thing. There will always be so many places left, you know. You can't travel the entire world, but how much would I love to go and travel, explore...
Places change, but it might be more than just a place changing.
Maybe it's us changing, while the places stay the same. We grow older, we experience, we live, and as we do so, we learn.
I've seen places I immediately loved, places that felt like home, which is great.
But there have been so many beautiful things which I didn't understand well enough to note. And while thinking back, I realise that I couldn't have loved it then, but that I could if I went back now.
That is one of the things traveling is about, I think: Enjoying while there, then thinking back when home and think again later to find yourself seeing it in a different perspective.
I think that would make sense...
Eventually, time will change everything in us: Perspectives, thoughts, persons. But the places still are the same. Cuzco still has Machu Picchu, Rome still has the Colosseum, Berlin still has remains of the Wall.
But how much I've changed and gained since seeing those places... Some of that came with myself realising there was something that needed to change. Some of it came from actually seeing differences and culture. Most of it came with meeting new people and making friends.
And, according to me, that's the most beautiful thing afterwards: Thinking back and not only seeing the post card-like image of the Eiffel Tower, but seeing your own picture, with a friend posing next to it.
With love, Kirsten
Tell everybody I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way
And there's no where else that I'd rather be.
Tell everybody I'm on my way
And I'm loving every step I take
With the sun beating down, yes I'm on my way
And I can't keep this smile off my face.
'Cause there's nothing like seein' each other again
No matter what the distance between
And the stories that we tell will make you smile
Oh, it really lifts my heart
- Phil Collins -