AM I TELEMOKHOS?
"Dear child what ever put this idea in to your head? Why do you want to go so far in the world- and you our only darling? Lord Odysseus dies in some strange place, far from his homeland. Think about when you turn your back..."
(Homer-the odyssey)
I read this quotation and two words pop into my head: What If? Everyday I make decisions to get up in the morning, go to school, go to bed, support my friends and family. But what if I didn't one day? I wander would anyone notice? I wander if any one would notice even though I have been there for most of them threw good times and bad, would they notice if I just stopped? would any one notice?
Look around you. Would they notice if you didn't wake up? Show up? If you acted differently?
Think of what you want. Would you do that right now if you could? Would you do it?
Telemekhos wanted to go and he did. His nurse tried to hold him. What if his nurse had succeeded? What if Telemekhos had stayed home? Would the story have been much different? Did he wander? Did he wander what would happen if he stayed out? When he was out, did he wander what if he stayed out? Did he wander if when he was out something happened and he never came home? Did he think about his nurse? She had begged him to stay.
A few people would beg me to stay too. They'd say that they would change, they would notice if I didn't show up, speak up, anything to get me to stay. But soon they'd forget me again. They always do.
I feel like Telemekhos. I long for those spontaneous moments, those, what ifs. What if I did go to the sea like him? Would I want to come back? What if I went and things turned out wrong? I feel anchored down. Nothing can move me. My friends call me at all hours of the night. they know my weakness, they are my weakness. They know that I would die for over half of them. They give me their problems and in the solution I give them a part of me.
But the more they know about me the more I hide myself. People come to me suicidally upset and I make it my job to make them laugh once, twice, maybe even leave with a smile. Maybe I'm afraid of I'll be let down of forgotten, or worse turn into one of the people that come to me so often.
I will go. So what if they don't notice? What if I just don't care? Why not? Should I go? Forget the nurse. Just do it. I will forget what if, at least for now.
"Dear child what ever put this idea in to your head? Why do you want to go so far in the world- and you our only darling? Lord Odysseus dies in some strange place, far from his homeland. Think about when you turn your back..."
(Homer-the odyssey)
I read this quotation and two words pop into my head: What If? Everyday I make decisions to get up in the morning, go to school, go to bed, support my friends and family. But what if I didn't one day? I wander would anyone notice? I wander if any one would notice even though I have been there for most of them threw good times and bad, would they notice if I just stopped? would any one notice?
Look around you. Would they notice if you didn't wake up? Show up? If you acted differently?
Think of what you want. Would you do that right now if you could? Would you do it?
Telemekhos wanted to go and he did. His nurse tried to hold him. What if his nurse had succeeded? What if Telemekhos had stayed home? Would the story have been much different? Did he wander? Did he wander what would happen if he stayed out? When he was out, did he wander what if he stayed out? Did he wander if when he was out something happened and he never came home? Did he think about his nurse? She had begged him to stay.
A few people would beg me to stay too. They'd say that they would change, they would notice if I didn't show up, speak up, anything to get me to stay. But soon they'd forget me again. They always do.
I feel like Telemekhos. I long for those spontaneous moments, those, what ifs. What if I did go to the sea like him? Would I want to come back? What if I went and things turned out wrong? I feel anchored down. Nothing can move me. My friends call me at all hours of the night. they know my weakness, they are my weakness. They know that I would die for over half of them. They give me their problems and in the solution I give them a part of me.
But the more they know about me the more I hide myself. People come to me suicidally upset and I make it my job to make them laugh once, twice, maybe even leave with a smile. Maybe I'm afraid of I'll be let down of forgotten, or worse turn into one of the people that come to me so often.
I will go. So what if they don't notice? What if I just don't care? Why not? Should I go? Forget the nurse. Just do it. I will forget what if, at least for now.