The challenge from The Daily Post, to determine if all the activity in travel ports are soulless spaces full of distracted zombies or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories; that’s the question and my mind raced to the following conclusion.
I’m already searching, traveling virtually and in transit on the Internet this morning looking for what’s just around the corner (and I found this challenge!) so the travel and discovery doesn’t have to be physical – its my heart and my mind, my soul, my imagination and curiosity that propel me.
And as I search I’m listening to a new iTunes playlist- no laughing, no judging – I’m not a Disney Princess or a Disney junkie but I love the song “Part of Your World” from Little Mermaid, I love her longing, her honest self assertion that she should be happy where she is, that she’s got everything but she’s not happy, she wants MORE!
Look at this stuff; Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl; the girl who has everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold; how many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think, sure, she’s got everything
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty-I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty!
But who cares? No big deal
I want more
So it occurs to me that we likely have both within us; the unfortunate zombie-esque ability to shuffle through life lifeless (think Jasmine Thompson’s “Mad World” another song I’m obsessed with), people stuck, alone and longing to escape from our world; but we also have the ever inquisitive …our searching, bursting souls always looking and longing for more. And I’m both equally, as I alternate seamlessly between the sluggish, monotonous, repetitive events in Mad World that require no thought, no life and the childlike joy of the constant opportunity that is life, that is Ariel’s maxim, to want more than what we have, to open ourselves up to do and see and be more and to authentically share who we are with others in our every move and breath – and it’s our choice, always our choice.
This challenge has been a good exercise for me to remember that only I hold the power to make any moment of my life the drudgery of a cinder-soot Cinderella or the impassioned, driven longing for more that is Ariel’s song.