ESCAPE

September 04, 2024

ESCAPE

"Forget about what you are escaping from. Reserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to." — Michael Chabon (The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay)

Hello everyone,

LOOK AROUND YOU

Take a look around you, it seems, everybody is perpetually looking for a way out, a way out of the right now, a way out, out of the present. What is taking effect in the present that we want to escape? it is called: Reality. We'd like to live in a fantasy world where, everything is perfect. The problem with that is, the world is far from being exquisite, it is in fact, a dangerous place.

I cannot speak for everyone, but, there are a lot of things that cause anxiety inside me; sometimes, things as simply as being late to a place creates an uncomfortable situation. Other times I think, the world we live, was design to create infinite distractions, specifically to amplified inner turmoil among us. It is during those anxious moments when it's difficult not to see life as a nasty carnage. Yes, I want to escape.

ESCAPE FROM REALITY

This composition reminds me of the past, the people, all the things and the situations that will never be again. The memories of my past are a safe zone, the future is so uncertain. This piece, no doubt, represents an escape from reality. I perceive it, as an escape route from pain, from lost and sorrow, from anger, from unknown feelings that I was not aware exist as a result of grief.

Devastating events are supposed to happen to others, we foolishly reason, therefore, We are unprepared for the task upon us and, it all happens so fast when is our turn. The mixture of uncontrollable feelings is, needless to say, unexpected as a result of dealing with grief, having the potential of making us an emotional human waste.

THE NEXT BLOW

Nostalgia is that subtle ache in the heart, longing for the past, yearning for a place or a person that no longer exists. How I wish time would had stopped and froze in time. Yes, some of us look back into the nostalgia of the past for comfort. This piece I've named Escape; opens the door to vulnerability, thus offering an idea of what is like to be present in the world, thinking about the past, but hoping for a better future. The piece reminds me that's perfectly ok to be vulnerable, however, warns me to be ready for the next blow.

I do not have the energy to be ready for the next blow, I want someone else to take charge and assist me escape reality. Mylene Farmer wrote a song, in it, She shares with us how disappointing the world can be, the words speak directly to the heart, and the meaning of the song makes much more sense when someone has been confused by the ramifications of life and the work it takes to deal with the unexpected.

THE LYRICS:

Nager dans les eaux troubles

Des lendemains

Attendre ici la fin

Flotter dans l'air trop lourd

Du presque rien

A qui tendre la main

Si je dois tomber de haut

Que ma chute soit lente

Je n'ai trouvé de repos

Que dans l'indifférence

Pourtant, je voudrais retrouver l'innocence

Mais rien n'a de sens, et rien ne va

Tout est chaos

A côté

Tous mes idéaux des mots

Abimé

Je cherche une âme, qui

Pourra m'aider

Je suis

D'une génération désenchantée

Désenchantée

Qui pourrait m'empêcher

De tout entendre

Quand la raison s'effondre

A quel saint se vouer

Qui peut prétendre

Nous bercer dans son ventre

Si la mort est un mystère

La vie n'a rien de tendre

Si le ciel a un enfer

Le ciel peut bien m'attendre

Dis moi,

Dans ces vents contraires comment s'y prendre

Plus rien n'a de sens, plus rien ne va

ACCEPTING DEFEAT

I've surrendered to the imminent, it is an act of courage, I would like to think so anyway, and a wise thing to do when I also, realize, there is no solution to the unpleasantness in life. I've always use music to carry on, the melody in "Escape" provides the necessary mechanism, in a temporary way, to handle life and gracefully accepted defeat.

Indeed, there's danger and there are countless disappointments out there that one must escape from. We need to run away from it, to stay lucid, until the very end. Life can change in a blink of an eye, leaving us disoriented in an effort to understand what just happened. Through out life, we are expose to a vicious drift, so unpredictable that makes my whole body shivers.

In memory of a great man:

November 18th 1945

December 10th, 2019

Timothy J. Sigurdson