We all have holidays, we go for one everyday, sometimes every moment. We go off to places our hearts desire, we go to places to escape. Sure the holidays exist but the places don't. These holidays can last from a few seconds to a lifetime. It's all with the help of imagination, the biggest means for an escape.
I have these imaginary holidays everyday, I go to these imaginary places. I have no sense of direction but it shows you what you need to see. That should be good enough to hold on till the next one. The mist sets long enough for a momentary disorientation, I lose my way. This happens everytime. The key is to stride forward more confidently despite. The sun, colour and smell are blotted out by a physical invasion of white obliterating clamminess. The silence is uncanny. Push on, because sometimes, we love with nothing more than hope and cry with everything but tears.
These are my holidays. We think they show us what we want but they merely show what we need to see. Needs and wants are different only because one can sustain life while the other just gives the illusion.
I see different things everytime, different people, different siutations, places I know I can never reach. But does that mean they don't exist? It's not only about the place. That's just a metaphor. To see that person. To see that siutation. At that time. But I know that place doesn't exist. That's why my holidays do.
