Posted by azngeek at December 19th, 2007

I’m in the car. Thinking about my next post. There seems to be no reception for the radio. And all I hear right now. All I hear. Is the idle chatter of what would seem to be complete strangers. Whether you are stuck in a car with people, in a train, on the bus, at the bar. Everything may seem different. But one thing’s constant. There are people. There is a room. And well, there is life. Someone once told me life was a series of rooms. And I never did quite understand. But I’m a bit older, maybe a little wiser, and I can see now that life is a series of rooms, and the people you end up with in those rooms, play a huge part in deciding the outcome of the irony we call life.

People talk about indecisions. But life. Life I believe first and foremost is about deciding what room you end up in. Whether you decide to jump into the car with your little brother to take him to a baseball game, or if you decide to take the shortcut through a dark alley, or you decide to go to that commerce lecture hall that you aren’t apart of but you go because there’s a girl there that you fancy.

Life simplified? A series of room. And people. If you decide to jump in that car with your little brother to that baseball game, you could end up taking that wrong turn, a detour, and really finally start understanding and appreciating the fact that you know what, he IS your little brother after all, and you have more in common than you’d have initally imagined, but would never have comprehended prior. The car. Is your room.

And if you decide to take that shortcut through that dark alley? You might end up with a ten time convicted rapist with little more than pepper spray at your disposal. Or you could end up finding that stray puppy that would one day become your closest friend. That dark alley. Is your room.

And if you decide to jump into that commerce lecture? You might end up marrying that girl I mentioned or to make things interesting, you could find that you fancied the lecturer a whole lot more instead(Or you could just realize that you are required to visit a pyschiatrist)? The lecture hall. Is your room.

A series of rooms. Life simplified. Think about it this way. You just decide on the room. And the room takes it from there.

That’s a nice thought isn’t it? Just deciding on the room? But the thing is. What if the room, chooses you? Or the choice of room leads to another room. And then another?

Signing off,
Azngeek
(In a contemplative moood)