Musings of a legless bird

One of Wong Kar Wai's movie characters mentioned the idea of a legless bird and somehow the notion has stuck with me since.

A bird without any legs is condemned to fly forever, unable and perhaps unwilling to stop, to pause, to reflect. Afraid that once it stops, doubts and discontent would creep in. The malaise would then grow, and plunge the helpless bird into the depths of dark despair.

But love may prove to be the cure yet for this afflicted bird. Love could be its anchor, allowing it to slow down and even stop.

Yet it remains fearful even in its happiness, afraid that the desire to flee will take hold of it again one day, that it will give up the life that it has strived so hard to build, that it will end up on its lonely and ultimately empty flight into nothingness once more.

Never thought I'd be blogging...

I used to keep a diary when I was younger but I thought I'd outgrown that. But recently, after reading a blog by one of my former colleagues, I was kinda "inspired" to start one. It's not that her blog was the best I'd ever read. Neither is it narcissism nor hedonism, as my brother suggested. Or at least I'd like to think so...

Maybe it's the desire to not live out my life as some kind of mindless automata, driven by the exigencies of life. Maybe it's the desire to force myself to think, to force myself to examine the choices and decisions I make more closely. Maybe it's the desire to force myself to look at this world that God created more closely. Maybe it's simply the desire to appreciate the sheer joy of being alive. Maybe it's all of the above.