Last night my thoughts were with the five men who were missing, stuck in a vessel on the ocean ground for days, we assumed. Their time was running out -or perhaps already had already run out. It was a search and rescue mission.
Tag: <span>Wishes</span>
Depends
Most definitely not always but often
Too many zones need my attention
Too many problems I cannot fix
The dead, the sick were so far away. Many of them in cities I once worked in or studied at, when I was young. I knew the threat was real, and so I stayed home like most of us did.
When I was young, I looked at the older me
saw the vision of what I longed to become.
I could see myself dancing in the future
whirling along a path, that hadn’t been built yet.
I watched “Easy Rider” with all the other girls from boarding school. I sat in the old movie theater in the South of Germany, and my mind was made up.
I follow so many bloggers who seem to be struggling with their own identity. “I feel lost,” that’s a statement I have read over and over. It always makes me wonder what happened to them. How can you get lost, if you are always there?
They walk through my dreams every night
Haunting, silent, an essence just beyond reach
Supplying all I need and yet supplying nothing
I learned in school about Fate and didn’t really like what I heard. The Moirai or Fates were three goddesses, three sisters, who planned our life. Their names were Clotho, the one who spins the thread of life; Lachesis, she who draws the lots and determines how long one lives, by measuring the thread of life; and Atropos, the inevitable, she who chose how someone dies by cutting the thread of life with her shears. They were often described as being ugly and old women, stern and severe. Three days after a child was born, it was thought that the Moirai would visit the house to determine the child’s fate and life. The Moirai controlled the fates of both, morals and gods alike.
Yes of course, I tossed a coin in that damn fountain and made a wish. It was my first vacation alone. I had driven to Rome all by myself in the old, cancer eaten Beetle I had back then. I had studied Latin in school, had learned everything there is to know about the Roman Empire and the politics back then and now, for the first time, I was visiting the city of my dreams and walking the old roads that had made so much history. I was 18 years old and an adult, so they said.