AUSTRALIA
THE SPACE WHERE TIME STOPPED
A journey of a lifetime, I guess. It is good it happened then, because I am afraid it might not have happened now or ever in the future. Now or never - as I said and I did it. I run again only to discover that I cannot run away. In Poland they like to call it now "leaving the comfort zone." Indeed, there is "something" in this concept. This time I did it on someone else's expense, a real exception since a long time, sort of another chance given to the humanity, though humanity prefers to call it rather giving a chance to oneself, one more and the last indeed, I do not really want to do it again. I had to pay it back and it cost me more than I had. I am still paying back and I do not know how long it will take until I am finally free.
This journey coincided with my 30th birthday, though this day passed almost without any special feelings or reflections. Just another day of the rest of my life that I did not really expect to change any thing for the better for me. I did not have the courage to do wrong, I discovered that doing wrong actually equals doing something for oneself, because it is just the question of the point of view. If in all your decisions you follow the point of view of others, you will never satisfy yourself. Seems obvious. I chose to save the world on my own expense. Still maybe some may find the events to be tragic for their own lives, but believe me it could have been worse if we have gone this one step further.
I accepted it long ago that every next year passing does not make a difference for me - I run a different timetable the mechanism of which I cannot still understand myself. Could I get anymore older anyway? Just as if I shared with monoliths of a kind that there are so many in Australia. Mysterious and vicious in their character. Everything changes around them, they stay the same majestic in their unchangeability. Though no one can possibly grasp it. It is just as if time was stopping for me for intervals of a rather unpredictable character. Australia became another one of them. Another two months out of my life timeline. It painfully reminds me of "Picnic at Hanging Rock." Yes, I guess it is almost as if I was casted with a bad spell before I was even born to this world. It seems as if I had finally found a place in this world with the nature of which my own self perfectly harmonized.
The clock only started ticking again when I got on the bus in Warsaw. The reality that I try so hard to tame in all its absurdities. Here it seems as if the time is trying to make up for the delay at a frantic pace. I can feel its painful efforts with the rapid heartbeat in my chest. Just as if it was not one heart, but two or maybe even many more. Lately I discovered I have a special influence on people around me, though I try to avoid getting closer indeed just because it seems as if they were going more insane than I do deep inside. I even recall someone asking me if I practice yoga. I wish I did. Let me present you with the first of the endless many of special moments I captured on my journey through the fifth continent. Enjoy!
This journey coincided with my 30th birthday, though this day passed almost without any special feelings or reflections. Just another day of the rest of my life that I did not really expect to change any thing for the better for me. I did not have the courage to do wrong, I discovered that doing wrong actually equals doing something for oneself, because it is just the question of the point of view. If in all your decisions you follow the point of view of others, you will never satisfy yourself. Seems obvious. I chose to save the world on my own expense. Still maybe some may find the events to be tragic for their own lives, but believe me it could have been worse if we have gone this one step further.
I accepted it long ago that every next year passing does not make a difference for me - I run a different timetable the mechanism of which I cannot still understand myself. Could I get anymore older anyway? Just as if I shared with monoliths of a kind that there are so many in Australia. Mysterious and vicious in their character. Everything changes around them, they stay the same majestic in their unchangeability. Though no one can possibly grasp it. It is just as if time was stopping for me for intervals of a rather unpredictable character. Australia became another one of them. Another two months out of my life timeline. It painfully reminds me of "Picnic at Hanging Rock." Yes, I guess it is almost as if I was casted with a bad spell before I was even born to this world. It seems as if I had finally found a place in this world with the nature of which my own self perfectly harmonized.
The clock only started ticking again when I got on the bus in Warsaw. The reality that I try so hard to tame in all its absurdities. Here it seems as if the time is trying to make up for the delay at a frantic pace. I can feel its painful efforts with the rapid heartbeat in my chest. Just as if it was not one heart, but two or maybe even many more. Lately I discovered I have a special influence on people around me, though I try to avoid getting closer indeed just because it seems as if they were going more insane than I do deep inside. I even recall someone asking me if I practice yoga. I wish I did. Let me present you with the first of the endless many of special moments I captured on my journey through the fifth continent. Enjoy!
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