New Swimming Strokes
Life is becoming a routine for me lately. My moves are becoming mechanical. I am doing the things I did yesterday, but do I really have to do them again tomorrow? I look outside the window and some things align with my thoughts. I see the same faces walking the street by my window every day at a certain time going to, and coming back from work or to and from where life takes them. I do the same, is someone also watching me?
It’s 2008. This means completing another year cycle. The first few months I was here in Chicago were moments of surprises, seeing many new things. Would I still be amused looking at the colorful leaves falling just like I did when I saw it for the first time? Or would it become part of the boring cycle ~ unnoticed? Would I still look at the snow with amusement as I look at it now next year?
I am afraid to loss the curious child-like spark in my eyes. They made me paint and write poetry. I don’t want to loss the beauty in little things just because I don’t give them second glances anymore, as I allow myself to drift with the swirling stream of routines.
It is 2008. I swim in the same pond of life, but I would like to learn different swimming strokes to keep me moving forward.
Once in a while, I promise to jump, to sing, to smile and laugh and shout or to just swim against the tide. To be me. And just like a graceful fish jumping out of the water, I, too, could perhaps create new ripples to make the difference in the course of life.
I wish you well ~ Jeques