Waiting For A Change

In my dream I was sitting on the tram. I was waiting for it to finally depart. A single train, packed with people. With acquaintances and strangers. The bell was ringing, the doors had almost closed, when two controllers hopped on among the passengers. Immediately there was a mess. “We have no tickets!” people whispered confusedly and in the next second passengers were jumping off to the platform jostling and fighting with each other. The two controllers after them. I was left alone. The tram departed. At first it trundled slowly along the Danube, then I was travelling on the Japanese Super Express. I looked at the trees from the window and I felt as the uncertainty of changes and the strangeness of novelty crawled through my veins. It is not easy to give up the dullness of every days. It is so simple, convenient and safe (at least it seems to be). It goes by routine. You don’t even have to pay attention. Thinking is absolutely unnecessary. Day goes by after day. Sometimes the feeling embraces us that we should do it differently, do something different. But then we really should do something. Not just a little. But probably not too much. Maybe just the first step is difficult. Or it is also possible that what really frightens us is when we think it over that after the unknown step, an even more unknown one follows, and then something that we cannot even imagine or do not dare to imagine. Yet there are those who take a step. They change. Give it a try. Move. Live. Others have a cigarette... as a desire for freedom