There’s an empty city that reminds me of Burbank. Picture that little city, empty if you can. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thousand people appear on the streets, at the crosswalk. They’re all dressed the same, in black suits with white shirts and black ties on. The light changes and they start walking towards one another, and somehow you and I are caught in the middle of it all. We don’t know how we got here, but we are the only ones wearing different colors. We walk the same way with no idea as to why, but we keep walking, and no one else looks over to us because they’re similar to robots.
Sometimes I walk around this city feeling that way, as if everyone around me are robots that are programmed to act alive whenever I am awake. I think that somehow, when I get home and fall asleep, they all shut off. I put my headphones on and walk through the city and can almost calculate what everyone else is going to do because nothing is original. Truck driver honks his horn, cyclist flicks off a cabbie that pulled over to let a passenger off in the bike lane, crackhead is begging for money and picking tourists pockets, Fed Ex driver is waiting for a signature at the door. They say that nothing is ever the same, but is it really never the same?
Days go by and hours feel like seconds. The sun rises and the sun sets and sometimes it all feels so rehearsed, as if I have lived this fantasy a thousand times before. I sometimes think that love is the same way. Is it a coincidence that whenever we fall in love we feel like we’ve known the other person for more than an eternity? Maybe we do, right?
The game is to find out what you are doing here, but very rarely are we told that we have a say in deciding that, at any given point in our lifetimes. Why are you here? Do you know?
Life is too short to dance with people that you don’t want to have a dance with. It’s too short to kiss frogs in hopes that one might turn into the princess or prince of your dreams. It is too short to fight and too short to thrive off of the negative. It’s too short for drama and not long enough for true change.
Just thinking out loud on a Saturday…