Je voudrais être innombrable et divers

Look out the window, tell me what you see..

raindrops falling from a grey sky, hitting the people below
blue lights flashing and sirens wailing
the glow of an endless parade of cars, all impatiently fighting to get down the same road
withered fallen leaves clumped up on the pavement
medieval, neo-classical, post-modern and modern architecture, each fighting for the limelight, hoping to get noticed
and a flower.

Violet and white, a long green stem, thick, withered and wilted at the bottom, yet frail and lively at the top.
A single natural ray of colour and brightness on an otherwise morose landscape.
It does not have to compete to be seen, yet it balances perfectly with it's environment. It is bright and bold, yet does not contrast or look out of place. And most of all, it brings an effortless joy to those who take the time to notice it.

What it would be, to be that flower...

Come to think of it, I do really like that flower. Next tattoo perhaps? Then again, I do already have a few tattoos with flowers. Hm..

Well, life continues as usual. I leave Brussels for Redvers (well, technically Winnipeg) in 3 days. I don't want to leave, yet can't wait to go at the same time. Just as I feel the need to write, think and analyse, but I very much don't when it comes to my essays. Or how I want to be alone in solitude, and with people in laughter, all at once. To see a movie, but read a book. To wander aimlessly, yet sit comfortably at home. To travel the world, but live in familiarity. To speak several languages, but never leave the comforts of one. To have many different friends, but only have a few excellent ones. To fall in love, but to live independently. To see beauty and happiness in life, but to think rationally and calculated at the same time. To follow your heart and instincts, but to make rational, well thought out decisions. To be carefree, but not negate your responsibilities.

This all reminds me of that poem I mentioned ages ago that I found in Amsterdam, but could never find again. Well here is it finally. Although I still can't remember the authors name..

I guess really it all comes down to the infamous question, what is the meaning of life? Seeing as there clearly is not one answer to that question (or we have just not yet found it), what to you makes a life fulfilling and worth living?