A PERFECT WEEK…
IGAL INSIDER is often involved in the issues of existentialism and the human condition. Honouring that trend, I tried to imagine what a perfect week would be in achieving happiness and satisfaction, albeit temporary. (Such is our human predicament.).
How would I go about it? What would I do?
I’d pick a nice place to go to. Somewhere with a lot of greenery, rolling hills, a mild climate. A land where both wines and olive oil are made. Maybe a kind of place which was rich once, but rich in a renaissance kind of way. Where a person still can see the remnants of those riches; the kind of riches which are cultural and intellectual. Not necessarily material.
I’d want to be surrounded by silence which could afford me the luxury of enjoying the landscapes of rolling green hills. The houses situated there would be in terra cotta colours. These abodes are inviting due to their simple designs. One likes to imagine that the people living there are happy.
Someone once said that, in the world, no building should ever be taller that a palm tree. I like that. A lot. Makes me think of beauty and serenity. I imagine the place I am creating to be like that. Brick buildings surrounded by tall trees, overlooking various fields.
In this magic place I would make all roads narrow, almost impassable. Most people would drive smaller cars in order to navigate. That would make the landscape stand out, colours brighter as big vehicles wouldn’t get in the way.
For good measure. I would introduce a local autumn harvest festival in one of the many surrounding villages. People would gather to celebrate their lives, families, existence and neighbourhoods. There would be a parade with floats, grapes, pretty girls, children and good food. Like a throw back in time, like living in the past.
To top it all off, I would spend time there, in this land, with some nice people. Where no harsh words are exchanged, where there is plenty of respect, cheer and good conversation. People one can rely on, people who are lovable. In my fantasy, it’d be best if I already knew them, if they were already friends and we met in this place in a kind of reunion. Maybe even some traditional meeting so there is no catch up, no getting to know one another. One can feel at home, free and unimpeded in an environment like that. A kind of a space where hugs are genuine and mean something.
A week like that would be perfect.
Why can’t the world be like that? Why can’t we all be like that?
Dream on and keep trying, baby!
by Mike Djordjevich
Address :
321 High School Road #303
Bainbridge Island
WA 98110
USA
Telephone : +1 661 645 5572
Email : mike@mdj-cpa.com
Website : http://www.mdj-cpa.com