Things are like that. Or like that.

It is interesting to me that we sometimes are so thankful to be able to put things in boxes. Something is like that. Or like that. (Hence, the title of this blog entry). It makes our live easier, when we don't always have to think about something. We can look, judge, put it away and focus our attention and energy on something else.

In the picture above, it was about midnight, but you wouldn't have guessed, because looking out the window presented a landscape like you see... well in that pic. We like to judge something as day or as night, because it gives our lives rhythm, not because it's something solid or something imposed from the outside.

Yes, at night the sun is down and the moon is up. But is it always?

Yes, at night it's dark and during the day, it's light outside. What about the artic summer? Or nights like the one depicted above where the moon is brighter than the sun sometimes is?

I'm using examples that are a bit extreme to make you see that in every situation we encounter in our lives, things don't have to be as we initially judge them to be. Things don't always turn out to be the way they seem to us in the beginning. It's important to challenge ourselves, so that we don't just put our opinions, label them and stuff things in the labelled boxes. Things that might be something else if we allowed ourselves to look more closely. To examine the truth behind the exterior appearence.

Things. Places. Books. People. Most things deserve a closer look, most might suprpise you, if you delete the usual labels.

Lyrics of the day: Magic by Nick Drake.

I was born to love no one

No one to love me

Only the wind in the long green grass

The frost in a broken tree.

I was made to love magic

All its wonder to know

But you all lost that magic

Many many years ago.

I was born to use my eyes

Dream with the sun and the skies

To float away in a lifelong song

In the mist where melody flies.

I was made to love magic...

I was born to sail away

Into a land of forever

Not to be tied to an old stone grave

In your land of never.

I was made to love magic...