Friday, March 22, 2013

Roads

Timon Y Pumba

 
Can we say we're lost if we don't know the destination? If we don't know where we're heading but we're aware of the route we're taking. We're just not sure of where it'll take us, it could be to so many places. I always remember that episode of Timon &Pumbaa when they're travelling together and the road they're taking diverges into two roads. One with sunshine and trees and the other dark and creepy. They argue over which one to take, Timon chooses the one with light because he's afraid of the dark while Pumbaa chooses the dark one knowing that at the end of the dark road there must be light and you can't judge things by how they seem to be.
Not a really clear concept, and though Pumbaa is right in the end, his dark road turns out to be the better one you can't really choose based on what he did.
Somethings are clearly good and simple, others are just bad. However, one wonders. What if? What if the dark road you're on simply needed you to turn the light on? Cheesy as if may sound. What if you knew you were doing what you want to do, clearly aware of the reasons why you should be happy but you're not. All you need is something to spark a flame.
Darkness is merely the absence of light. It's nothing by itself.

If I were to choose a road, I'd probably camp on the diverging roads waiting for company. Any road is endurable with good company. Of course that means I'm indecisive (and that I am) but it also means I'm flexible. Put me in the water, I'll try to swim (though I don't know how), put me in the air, I'll try to fly (though I have no wings) and put me on a road, I'll walk (I have two legs).

So... hakuna matata!

3 comments:

Nema Al Araby said...

Love the last part ya kalba!

Nikita said...

Omg. I just love this post. This is precisely the kind of conflict I am facing now.

Rux said...

This post feels like the story of my life! I like the association of Timon and Pumba with such a complex situation. Although I have to admit, the entire time I was reading this post Frost's words resonated in my mind:

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.