I am the quiet suburban soccer mom. I am the responsible one who picks up her children (mostly) on time, who has a strict schedule every day, who does her best to manage the grind of the routine. I feed everyone, mostly things that I know they will eat rather than what I think is healthy, granted. But my impulse – what would my impulse be if I gave in to it?
I would go. Just one bag, one backpack, and go. I would hike and travel and take trains and buses and boats and the occasional airplane. To India, to Africa. I would look into the faces of children and see their similarities to my own. I would study the psyche of every person I came across, and bash my suppositions against the truth. I would just be. I would explore this gray humanity that I seldom feel a part of. I would look for the color in the world again. I would throw out all schedules and responsibilities and let the world scribe itself onto my memory.
Seriously, though. As if I would ever.
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