Grounded
April 13, 2006 by estelaaque
Connie finished her fast food dinner. This time, she’s not rushing to anywhere. There’s nowhere to go but the empty apartment. Looking around, the Sunday dinner crowd was not so bad. She could linger awhile.
From where Connie sat in the second floor, she has a good view of the street below. She can see people walking about, cars cruising by, the bright street lights. With a wry smile and a slight shake of the head, she welcomed the all too familiar calming feeling of being detached from the world.
As a kid, her brother teased about her delusions of grandeur. She thought that was it… that she wanted to rule. But as she grew older Connie knew that wasn’t it. When she’s looking down at the world, she feels so detached and oblivious to everything. There Connie is at peace. Perhaps among of the best moments of her life is on the top most of a ferris wheel, suspended in mid air. She would always wish it would take forever to fill the vacant cars below. Up there, she does not feel need to “participate” in life. Up there, life just goes by. There’s no personal struggle. She just sits still, feeling the wind blow on her face. Stuck in time, or so it appears.
With a sigh, Connie wished she were on a ferris wheel at that moment. Not think about anything. Not feel anything. Not bothered by anything. It might seem a cowardly thought. It is. Yet, why not? Maybe then, the emptiness will fade. But there isn’t one. Life’s too far from being a carnival right now. And gradually, Connie felt the floor on her feet.
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Grounded
10 April 2006
2300H
