As humans we are blessed with the luxury of imagination and trial. We form perfect little worlds in our heads, but don’t always have the guts to jump into them. We save them in the database with the comfort of being able to make mistakes, change our mind and, if need be, fail. If unsuccessful, we find the strength to get back up and look at life from a completely different point of view. As always we are aware of but amazed by this quality and can not imagine pulling it off again. Yet, before we know it we start the new cycle. We dream. We find the opportunity to reach for it. We succeed or fail.
I also have a dream. A fantasy stripped from all the complications of my life today. Stripped from the ambitions of the capitalist world. Stripped from the emotional dependence of the romantic world. Stripped from the gratitude and indebtedness towards tradition.
It starts with leaving the office work behind. Winter time I get into a tiny chalet on top of a mountain I love to ski. I become a ski instructor from 9am to 3pm. I ski the way I want afterwards until the slopes close off for the day. On the base, I start mixing music and DJing at a cozy bar. I also own a small sports shop, renting out ski gear to travelers. It is a business that handles itself without much maintenance. I have dinner with a few friends in front of a fireplace surrounded by trunks of wood with abundant red wine. Cheeks turn red confused by the cold, the snow, the sun, the fireplace and the wine. The day ends with an exhausting smile on my face around 10-11pm.
Spring and autumn time I am back in the city. I hang out with family and friends. I mingle with the necessities and luxuries of the urban life. I take care of all the administrative work for artandseek. I keep meeting new emerging artists.
Summer time I take the road to the south. South of Turkey, Italy or France. Living in a small shack close to the beach, I manage a water sports shop and a little restaurant with good food and music. From wakeboarding to surfing, I manage a small school of 5-10 instructors. I am on the beach from 9am to 6pm. I make the time to paint. I have the small corner of art always prepped up in one corner of the shack. Fresh seafood is the way to go for dinner with extra-chilled sparkling wine.
I imagine it to be an amazing experience. Wallpaper images currently on my computer screen become my actual scenery. Suited-up business meetings become cheers on the beach and in front of a fireplace. Foreign language comes close to mother-tongue. The unnatural gym time becomes the fun, natural part of daily life. The sea and the sun eats away all the skin problems. The constant fresh air cleans out the lungs. Calorie counting surrenders to the benefit of a truly active life.
I know I have the comfort of making a mistake, changing my mind and, if need be, failing, but, I am not ready take the plunge yet. I have this perfect world saved up in the database, hoping one day I can make it a reality (even if partially).
