Ive been listening to Conor Obrest, I guess he has been around for a while, but I have just got around him...with his self titled album.
I kinda like his lyrics...remind me of The Boss. So yeah, its easy to identify with whats being sung.
Moab really stood out for me proclaiming "there's nothing that the road cannot heal"
Maybe its right...and it has set a train of thought running in my mind.
I wanna really let go of the mind funk...this stuck feel. Maybe hit the road and discover my self.
I kno , at this point I am probably not the only one thinkin this. I dont even kno what good it did to all those guys who actually did this, but I feel compelled and drawn to the idea of dicovery itself. There has is more to life than this...it has to be.
The closest I get to "hitting the road" is when I do the lonely walk bit on streets which have greener patches...just to gimme that "with the nature and all that jazz" bit feel. And given that there is only so much of "green street" you can get in Mumbai...its done me good, in a way. Scarcity has its own fringe benefits.
So its been theraputic in a "went to a shrink who made me feel good" kinda way ;)
Well, there is only so much with the current state of being I am in. With Heartman -its usually the drives, which can be fun ( when he is around)...but leg power is better. It resolves me.
I guess there is something in the body, soul, mind union. Its got a softer landing in the brain..more palatable if you are the organic kind. Rather be by myself than subject my self to any brain "drain" by con artists on the arena of higher understanding...if you get what I mean.
But thats besides the point I am trying to make...I do feel the call of the road..an urge to just go. Slip on my shoes...and move.
Which brings me to another thot...is there a sneeking "I wanna actually run away" thot brewing like strong coffee whose aroma is too enticing to ignore- here?
hmm...maybe I do wanna actually run away...maybe I just wanna let go...maybe I just wannawalk down to nearest madras cafe and grab that filter coffee, maybe I inherently wanna be by myself in what ever recourse form I can ...maybe I am just too weak to face the truth that I cant shake myself and see the light that all this is "need to re invent and find out" is just a modern day psycho babble.
Now thats a lot of maybe's I think.
Back to the trees.
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