Mine is yours

Some people say that we're connected to all living things on earth, and to each other. When you promise your whole being to someone special, you say "what's mine, is now yours". But what if that's bigger than we realize? Maybe there's so much more than we ever thought. Aren't we all connected in so many more ways that we ever could've imagined.

If I have a bad day, you suffer for it. If you go to war, it being in my country or not, in the end, I will be effected by it. All those millions of people having to deal with the consequences of someone else's actions. Is that fair? Is that the meaning of "mine is yours". When you swear yourself to someone else, is that nothing but a threat, and not a declare of true and eternal love. Or is it both? Do we have to have one, to have the other?

Check!

Maybe you're like me, writing lists about everything. Things to do, places to see, friends to call and books to read. Lists, lists everywhere. And somewhere inside, you just know that you're never going to finish them. You're never going to be able to put "check" at the end of each and every line. But maybe that's the beauty of it, of this list writing. It's like dreaming, and it keeps you wanting to go further, always yearning to see what's behind the next corner.

But maybe, just maybe, the real magic is what happens in between those lists, the rows of what to do. The unexpected, unplanned. A random meeting with a stranger, a film you never thought you'd see, or that book that just happened to be on sale that day. That shooting star on your way home after work midweek.

Was J. Lennon right? Is life what happens while you're busy making other plans?

Who do you think you are?

You stroll around the shops. So many beautiful things. That dress would be perfect for a night out with the girls. Those pants would drive your boyfriend crazy with the way they make your ass look. That shirt would be perfect for a lazy day in the sun. And so it continues. You find something that makes you feel like you're in love. The serious kind of love. You take in with you to the fitting room, with hopes of an "happily ever after". This is going to make you look fabulous! You try it on. And you turn to the mirrors to look at this brand new piece of art that you've become, just by wearing this. But when you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror, all you see is someone far too familiar. So familiar that it's not even interesting. And it makes you wonder why you ever bothered. What were you thinking?

So yes, what do we think? What do we hope for, with all this endless and pointless shopping? Are we confused over what happiness is, and how to get it? Or is it shallower than that? Is it all because we think that we need it, that it is going to change something? Then, what are we hoping for? Or are we just doing it for no reason at all.