I like listening to extremely sad music when there is nice weather and I walk. „There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time.“ said Kundera and because of it thousand thoughts came to my mind about everything possible and impossible, I had to sit on a bench and write them down. Nicely, on a sheet of paper, to let seizures of synapses materialise for a while, at something that makes sense and it’s not just a sequence of associations in my head.
Sometimes I want to get to know all those eye-catching people, passing by on streets. But are they really so interesting or it’s just a layer of fabric, patterns, cuts and combinations combined with their shells into a nutritious esthetic shake? Am I interesting too, or it’s just a layer of clothes and things, I’m surrounded by? Naturally, everyone is his own centre of the space and country. What makes a person interesting? There must be somehow involved the mixture of all these decisions, which they make in the morning before they leave their flat, house, tent, apartment, four or forty walls.
When I was a bit younger, at the age when the brain is able to do some mental abstraction, my goal was not to be a beautiful, dazzling creature. I headed higher, dears! I wanted to be unusual. I was horrified by visions of being a boring, plain person. I’ve been watching people, who deeply impressed me somehow and I was trying to decode why. I pierced my ear not long ago; at home, in my bathroom, simply with a needle, as if another earring could change my effect on the world.
By my endlessly mulling I came to a resume: What makes us really interesting and different are our decisions, goals, and motivations.
People, we are surrounded by. Books we read. All our neurones play a symphony of mind. That’s a part of all of us that lives outside of time. Also I think that this oddity is also coded somewhere in DNA, pheromones, cells. Amino acid of interestingness. People feel it from you and you feel it from them.
What is curiosity according to you?
Source : http://www.thedominica.sk/2015/10/osamelost-prvocisel.html
Dominika Svitanová (1.A)
a Anežka Barillová