To Change or Not To Change

The paradox of our lives is that we love new stuff, but we freak out at the slightest change of routine.
We have easily adapted to consumerism and we feel the need of new clothes, new electronics, new cars, new flowers etc. all the time. However, if there is a change in our neighbourhood or the traffic is closed on a Monday morning on our street, you will hear a lot of swearing. And so, I have to admit, I am a little bit confused: we want new, but without a change. Now, that will never get us anywhere further. Or maybe we work with small changes, not being able to adapt to sudden changes.
We are the generation of bigger, better, faster, more, but we miss out on essential, life, mystery or useful. If we kept in mind also the last ones, maybe we would feel a little bit happier and embrace the new in whatever shape and sudden change it would come. Bigger is not always useful, better is not always essential, faster is not about life, more is killing the mystery. And the thing is we have a life to live and we are in a rush to the finish line, but we miss out on the "take a breathe to feel life".

Life is very descriptive

You just have to have your eyes wide open. Keep them up to feel the sun, the light, to see the nature and all coming with it... even the rain and the storm.
I took a walk down the street and under the trees. I avoided dangers such as street dogs and I faced my fears. My major fear of thunder hitting me. It was a bit scary with the sky, the noise, the lightning and still I kept on walking. My feet were leading me home. The whole walk made me think that our fears keep us indoors when nature shows its dark side. And it's not really normal. We live in a city and the more we grow into these urban settlements the more "don't" we get. We become less free of our true nature and therefore the nature forgets about us. Our city turns into a common settlement for citizens and we dehumanise. Let's rather keep our natural rhythm going and face the fears. And maybe then we will see the true beauty of nature even on a rainy day like today.

Urban anthropology

I get to walk down the street and up the street in search for inspiration from time to time and I find that there are a lot of characters with probably interesting stories to tell. For example, I noticed there are some street people who live in the same neighbourhood they know for years. The funny thing is they don't have a home, but they continue to stay down the streets they know. They could be nomads and try to find shelter somewhere else, but they prefer the known land. And one day I saw this street woman who was giving advice to a new mother walking her baby. I found it charming because for one moment she was no longer lower, socially speaking, but an equal or even higher in terms of knowledge. I am always afraid of these people because I don't believe I get them. And I feel most normal people think like me. Still, I may be wrong in some ways. They are human, after all. And the house is not a condition for being human.