It is already March 2nd, some sun rays struggle to overcome the overwhelming shadow of the building vis-a-vis. Speaking of which, the word vis means in my mother tongue dream and that’s exactly what I’m wondering, if yesterday did happen, and if it did, was it exactly as I remember it now or just partly figment of my imagination? I mean, take all the events and put them in separate days, it’s not that impressive after all, but having them all on a Monday, on a 1st of March… My personal taste for sharp hours, for exact beginnings was more than satisfied.
Yesterday’s story started with The Dragon launching one of his take-over-the-world projects for which he was very excited about and I very happy, keeping my fingers crossed for an awesome outcome. Then about midday I got an e-mail letting me know I’ll be doing an internship with Microsoft Research. I was telling you in some other post that things start to get concrete and 1st March ended the madness. It’s good to have choices, but it’s even better to make your choice. Spot the difference? In a matter of seconds things were settled, mails sent, informing the world about what I have decided. No surprise that for the remains of the day I could not focus on such mundane things like today’s Math quiz or equivalent. Going with the Dragon to fuel up his car, we spotted on the way back the biggest moon ever. I got chills down my spine and for a fraction of second all those stories with energies, signs, magic and such made sense. Or not made sense, but they made me wonder a bit.
But what is a great day without a great ending? For the night, we decided to go out and see Shutter Island, Scorsese’s most recent movie. Now that’s the point where reality ceased to be real and your reference points start to tremble. Now that the brutal images were washed away by a good night sleep, the main ideas emerge in my mind. What that movie emphasizes is that we are a context. We mean something within a particular frame. It’s not us per se that make a difference, but what is around us. And in the end, it’s not the choices we have that say anything about us, but the choices we make. I wonder, is it better to live like a monster, or die a good man?
I wish you all a wonderful Spring!
Flavia Grosan
