Well, it’s one o clock in the morning. All I can say is that
I was hoping to sleep early so I can get up early tomorrow and study better for
my physics exam day after tomorrow. But life doesn’t really turn out the way
you imagine it to right?
I can’t sleep and all I can think about is my current
obsession with Monty Python. I think about them all the time. I want to watch
all their movies and documentaries all the time. Is It love? Or is it escapism
from my impending doom which rears its head in form of my annual exam?
I have pretty much accepted the fact that I might not get such good
marks but I still get those hopeful moments where I think maybe my preparation
is not as bad as it seems. And then my hope gets crushed. The fall from those
hopeful moments is even worse than to have simply lost all hope.
I just saw part 1 of the Monty Python Documentary (I also
watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail which was okay-ish. I did find myself
laughing just because it was Monty Python and not because it was funny. Anyways,
back to the documentary) It made me feel so envious. I have such a huge amount
of respect for all the Pythons. Their lives seem so amazing – spent making people
laugh, never growing up, doing what they wanted and travelling (like Michael
Palin). I wish to have a life like that- a life full of adventure and mystery; So that
when I am old like them, everyone looks at the satisfaction hidden in the lines
of my face an know that I lived life to the fullest.
To be very honest, I feel like my life has been planned out.
I am supposed to become a doctor (which I now don’t seem to mind thanks to
Graham Chapman, who was a doctor but led an interesting crazy life), then get
married, then raise children and somewhere in all that I am supposed to find my
enjoyment. But that is not how I wish to enjoy my life. I don’t want to “FIND”
enjoyment; I want to “MAKE” enjoyment. I want to travel, be wild, have all
those crazy zany adventures and finally settle down when I get sick of the unpredictable
outrageous life I had for such a long time. So years later, when my kids come
to me for adventure stories, I don’t have to make them up as I go: I’ll just
retell the events of my past.
Yes, I seek adventure more than ever. I don’t want to be one
of those old people who have wisdom in their silence and have lost sight of
their inner child. I want to be a crazy old unpredictable wart, who has fun in
her own crazy way. Like those old Pythons. It’s like John Cleese said: He still
feels like a child. He sees all these old people who are unhappy because they
are trapped by the idea of wanting to be “old and wise”. But not him; he has
never hid his inner child. The disappointment comes when I look at my life
right now and see how annoying, serious and predictable it has become. I think,
if I can’t make my inner child shine out in what is possibly the most horrible
two years of my life, maybe I won’t EVER be able to do it because life will
only get more difficult from here onwards.
When I read about some of the crazy things that Chapman did
in his life I’m fascinated. To be as old as he was, and still bite people’s
ankles at a formal party, requires the kinds of guts that we, normal mortals,
don’t have. We are so entrapped by the society that we would never be able to
do anything like that without fearing the consequences.
Well, I’m not saying I would like to bite people’s ankles at
a formal dinner party PER SAY, but I would love to travel the world; go bunjee
jumping; ride a roller coaster or wake up in a different part of the world to a
new adventure every single day.
I’m sure I am not the only one who feels so trapped. The sad
thing is many a good old adults before me have had the same dream but their
lives didn’t quite turn out the way they were expecting. And that is my biggest
fear: that I too will become one of those old people.
I don’t know how much of luck is it to end up living the
adventurous life that you have always wanted. I guess, in the end, the only
thing I can do is just hope and pray that I have that kind of luck.
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