the most helpful thoughts always come in the most unexpected places. while i was in a bus, heading home and thinking why it takes us so long to leave this town, i caught myself asking: is our life really just an endless game of „musical chairs”? and why most of us constantly fail at this game?
do we lack something to be able to sit on those chairs? or perhaps, have we become deaf and can no longer hear the music? this game of elimination sounds like a prototype for the adult life. be fast and be ready to be excluded one day. that’s the great lesson. therefore me and the bunch of outsiders with fragile hearts and little legs are doomed to lose. we feel bad for taking someone else’s place and couldn’t possibly think of it happening. but the game waits for no man and so does life.
the bus is already late and, strangely enough, i am not surprised. while watching the dark and infinite road, illuminated only by the car headlights, with Lykke Li in my headphones, i realize that i have totally missed the moment when being nice has escalated to being a pushover. the moment when we became these people.
as i get out of the car, i still can’t see the point of fighting with someone over a chair (the chair meaning anything you want in life). so maybe the only way to succeed at this game is to assemble our own chairs bought at IKEA and carry them around in case another game starts. because you never know.