On Wanderlust, Wonderlands & Wunderbaums (I'm Gonna Go Do Nothing in Another Town)

Dear Reality

This made me happy today: I found a new English word to add to my collection; wanderlust. I can think of no better to describe the state I'm in. Thank you Mr. Mraz - yet again - for enriching my vocabulary on a semi-regular basis.

I appreciate it.

Today I've been walking around completely in my own world, & I do appologise for any inconveniences you might have suffered in beeing in contact with me - or trying to be. There are good times & there are bad times for those asking for my attention, & today has been a near lost cause. Once & for all: I am not deliberately ignoring you. It's just, sometimes when Earth is calling me, I take the liberty of not picking up the phone. My thoughts ride no trains, awaits no late buses; they hail a cab & get going.

Oh dear life, how I love thee & thy vagueness. So many turns events can take, even on the slowest of afternoons, so many 'pick-your-own-colours'-situations, & not a chance in hell to ever figure out all of your options. The palette remains hidden behind lights too bright to study closely, & here's where most people choose to play after known chords. This is where I start talking about limitations & restrictions & such in direct relation to certain colorful expressions, or bring out my most refined illustrations; I have been known to scream Badly Drawn Boy references in people's faces. The grand opening of my feed-your-imagination-lecture. This also happens to be where most people stop listening.

Please don't. What I'm trying to say is: Our minds bear no borders. We were all born without doubt, & our fantasies knows nothing of tight budgets or compromises. We will never fully grasp the millions of paths our life did not take, and that's not neccessarily a bad thing. But there's an equally enormous amount of roads waiting to open up in front of us. Don't miss the exits just because no one's taken them before, or because little men in working suits haven't put up a blinking neon arrow yet. 'Next Exit Wonderland.' I wouldn't bet money on the existance of that sign if I were you.

So many dazzling possibilities if we ignore the fact that we have no idea where to look! So many combinations of coincidences in the fish bowl that is my mind! Give me three seconds & everything is new again. Oh, such quantities of daydreams, so ridiculously little time. Go ahead! Mix & match & blend until you have a brand new chance in front of you. Write your own odds.

Wanderlust. The exsistance of potential Wonderlands, and the adventures awaiting us on the road to nowhere special. Wanderlust. In my head I've invented rock-n-roll, been fluento en el español, danced with the devil to save my soul, I've smoked with Rand McNally on the North Pole. Ripped the word 'never' in a thousand little pieces.

Last night in my head love gave me one of these & asked me to be his forever:

I told him, I told him: 'Love', I said, 'there's no one else for me.'

& then I finally fell asleep. Signs points to there being such a thing as 'too much caffeein', even for me.

Song of the Day: Bob Schneider - 'The Way Life Is Supposed to Be'. Find the magic [here].


Quote of the Day is by British poet T.L. Beddoes:

'If there were dreams to sell,

merry and sad to tell,

& the crier rung the bell,

what would you buy?'

Just figure out what you would buy, & then see where it takes you. I'd definitely buy this beauty:

& then we could all run away, you & you & you & me, & with so much world left to see, we could be driving around all day.

What do you say? We should probably get a globe, so that we know what time the sun rises. Oh, & we need to get one of these too:

I say the pink one. I don't know anything I'd rather have my car smell of than watermelon. Why they would even bother to make other scents is beyond me.

Ah, the wonders of modern life.

Peace ya'll.

d.