There was a playground right in the middle of the square. It started bringing back so many nice memories... all these scenes just passing through my mind... just like "The Final Cut" movie.
I sat in a swing, moving my feet and my body back and forth. Going up, all the way to the sky. You feel a sort of freedom that just brings everything in you out, puts it all aside, and lets you free from all the little things that are constantly occupying your mind. You start becoming who you really are, just swinging back and forth and with each swing, losing more of the external artifacts polluting your soul.
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Swing, swings you, doesn't make you fly, and If you do attempt to fly...well, you'll just fall, even if it's jumping of a swing...you'd still fall...but you anticipate your falling, and prepare your legs for the land, sometimes you fall down correctly attempting to fly, and sometimes you may not fall down correctly.i.e. break a leg or neck or something...
Yes, that's a very interesting point. I never thought about it that way. I mean, while on the swing, I wasn't thinking about flying, I was just swinging :)... but that's very true, your flight would be one that you have knowledge about it. Even your fall on the ground will teach you a lot about yourself...
Hmmm.. but even if you don't want to fly, and you're just there to swing, you still feel all those external layers are being ripped off of you...
You can't fly, but the experience is still amazing.
:) taab taab abbasi! khoda mano nandaazi! ;);) :D :D
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