A Moment of Revolution
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
... ...
Don't wanna hear abt it,
Everybody's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it,
From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell.
... ...
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forever more.
- "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes.
I'm feeling very rebellious today, quietly stewing in my own revolutionary fervor while riding the bus to work with the regulation 50 standing and 121 sitting passengers.
Force of habit - how formidable it is. You take the bus at the same time every morning, such that on days off you'd wake up at the same time too, feeling vaguely disoriented that you aren't doing the weekdaily rush in the morning. Why do people find comfort in routine? Are adaptation and change and flexibility really that intimidating and scary? Probably because to be able to deal with change, we have to be firm and sure of our own selves. Truth and strength of character, trust in belief. Conviction of purpose, courage to hope.
Sounds scary indeed, yet full of promise. On days like this, when the sun is shining in a cobalt blue sky, the breeze is gentle and the birdsong is clear, I'm riding in the bus with 171 other working stiffs to the same financial district. Yet I feel like raising my own seven-nation army to strike out at the rest of the world where a salaried job and 9 to 5 have no meaning.
Then I realize I'm punching these thoughts into a corporate-issued blackberry and I come back to earth. Just in time as the bus arrives at the stop below my office building.
On the same note of revolution, wyjunkie talks about why she wouldn't want to live during Napoleonic times... then again, in that era, people used to sleep at 4 am and wake up at noon. Now that's a revolution.
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
... ...
Don't wanna hear abt it,
Everybody's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it,
From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell.
... ...
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forever more.
- "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes.
I'm feeling very rebellious today, quietly stewing in my own revolutionary fervor while riding the bus to work with the regulation 50 standing and 121 sitting passengers.
Force of habit - how formidable it is. You take the bus at the same time every morning, such that on days off you'd wake up at the same time too, feeling vaguely disoriented that you aren't doing the weekdaily rush in the morning. Why do people find comfort in routine? Are adaptation and change and flexibility really that intimidating and scary? Probably because to be able to deal with change, we have to be firm and sure of our own selves. Truth and strength of character, trust in belief. Conviction of purpose, courage to hope.
Sounds scary indeed, yet full of promise. On days like this, when the sun is shining in a cobalt blue sky, the breeze is gentle and the birdsong is clear, I'm riding in the bus with 171 other working stiffs to the same financial district. Yet I feel like raising my own seven-nation army to strike out at the rest of the world where a salaried job and 9 to 5 have no meaning.
Then I realize I'm punching these thoughts into a corporate-issued blackberry and I come back to earth. Just in time as the bus arrives at the stop below my office building.
On the same note of revolution, wyjunkie talks about why she wouldn't want to live during Napoleonic times... then again, in that era, people used to sleep at 4 am and wake up at noon. Now that's a revolution.
posted by tygertyger at 11:39 PM
2 Comments:
Sleep at 4am, wake up at noon - did they really? I thought candles were expensive...
They were...but what's the cost of candles when you can party the night away in a den of debauchery? People of Napoleon and Josephine's social strata probably didn't have to worry about candle cost anyway. 'Sides, it gave the poor peasant candlemaker a lot of work to do :)
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