Sunny London morning. Walking by the river on my way to work. Bizarre scene. A young lady in her 30's (yes, that's young) exercising her teeny tiny dog.. with a rubber chicken! Yep, the little lad clearly wasn't into tennis balls. He loved to fetch the plastic bird instead.
Then, on my way back from work, same scene. There they were. Again? Still? Did he spend the whole day chasing a chicken? Wasn't she bored to tears?
It kind of reminded me of the EI love life. Chasing the same man-made dream for days and days, running up and down along a river that keeps on flowing, while everybody stares in disbelief. But I tell you what. The tiny dog looked ever so happy. So who cares about what everybody else says, as long as it works for you.
In a way, after trying to change, to improve, to gain some useful insights, isn't it better to have the courage of honesty, and just be who you are? To admit weaknesses, failures and impossibilities, and embrace them? Is it possible to turn all the crazy energy into something positive? To stop giving into frustration and just concentrate on the silver lining?
And you really really never know. Against all odds.
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