Friday, 8 August 2014

Colours and Noise

Sometimes all you need to mix things up is a bit of colour.

A walk in the park or a stroll into town. See what's new. What shops have appeared. Or disappeared.
What people are wearing.
What tech they are using.
Ask yourself why and match it to your view of the world.
Notice where your picture is incomplete or out of date.
Drink in the incongruity.

You will notice ignoramuses who make too much noise and block the footpath.
Traffic will beep, perhaps at you. You may break a law or a social etiquette. You may have got old and not wise.
You may have become a  duffer. A poor student. Poorly adjusted. Out of it. You may have stopped understanding the world. Found your limit.
Yes, the younger generation are glued to their mobiles, just as they were when they were above their cots. But it's the older fella staying in watching the box. The very parents who warned against it.
Is that irony? Or fate.
You may not notice the loss of connection.
You are not adapting. Your gears are becoming rusty. It didn't used to be this way. But things changed. Around you.
You may have shunned computers but now you cannot find a bargain. You can't shop around. Or bank. Or educate yourself in a balanced way.
When you made a den, you can die in its comfort but as the universe and world expands your box doesn't. So effectively, it shrinks.
This is the curse of designing your own comfort.

Now there is a lot to be said for keeping the world out. For a start it has a lot of youth on their facebooks.

But it is coming anyway. The best way to deal with it is to allow a little bit in and let yourself become disorientated just a little then let the sands settle.
The simplest way to do this is to go for a walk round town.
That's what my Dad should have done.
Not only is it good for your cardiovascular system but you can feel the noise. Live the colours. Breathe in the smell of sweaty hotdogs.
Notice the headline in the paper you've never read, a book in a bookshop that you haven't been in for years. Jeggings and Ra Ra skirts. Beards and an updated use of corduroy.
Just notice and let it change you into developing new thoughts. New ideas. New you.
Life floods in through the smallest chinks of light.

I am not a shopper myself so I am not hawking anything but good advice.
If you are lost. Go for a walk.
And not a quiet one. 

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