In my favourite movie of all times, my favourite fictional person of all times says:
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."
Well. What can I say? The person who I aspire to be most like has said exactly what was on my tongue. Every word of it.
I think this about my life now, the life I've thrown together as a possibility for the future. Am I doing what I'm doing because I want to, because I enjoy it? Or do I plan to trot down the path I've laid out because it makes sense? Because it seems like the logical idea?
If I was to be entirely free of all choice and opinion, I would work in a book store, reading aloud to whoever will listen. Read in old people's homes. Buy a book every month. Attend a writer's group. Recite at a poetry group. Run a reading group. Perform with a theatre troupe. Make music on the top of a wind blown hill. Write a book, damn it. Publish a book. Receive fan mail and reply to every single one of those innocent, little letters. Hang pictures on my fridge from children I've read to. Bicycle to work. Carry flowers with me wherever I go. Have company for dinner once a week. And in general, live my life vibrantly, surrounded by people and books.
What would you do?
Goodnight dear void.