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It’s Sunday and you’re hungover, angry at the world, at bartenders and most of all: yourself. No worries, we feel the same. That’s why we’ve invented Sunday Roast. A bi-weekly conversational ‘column’. A written one. Online. Every other Sunday, Mark and Sabrina vent about the horrible burdens and ungodly mishaps of their 21st century life. Usually reserved only for bars, we bring our problems right into your home. Sharing is sexy, and a problem shared is a problem halved.. You are cordially invited to our pity party.
Previous Sunday Roast here
Dear Mark,
Sorry it’s been a while. So much stuff went down and I was preoccupied with so many things that I could easily write you a book of Roasts. The main thing that keeps creeping up though, is that everybody always wants what they can’t have. I think I’ve only ever once felt a moment of complete peace; a feeling that said ‘I’m happy to be where I am, right now.’ That was this summer, cycling through Berlin on my own. I wasn’t living in the future, not dwelling about something in the past. My head was quiet, content with just my feet on the pedals, taking in the sun, the smells and the sounds. There was nowhere I would rather be than there, right at that moment.
Why have we made time our enemy, when it could be a friend so easily?
But as soon as the year starts again, as the vacation we took becomes a memory, we stray ahead. ‘I’m going to do this, have to finish this, shouldn’t have done that’. Nobody gives you the opportunity to live in the now because they all think like this. To have a scholarship in 2014 I have to apply in 2013. Why do we need to plan this far ahead? Why have we made time our enemy, when it could be a friend so easily?
But at the same time, let’s say we would have all the opportunity in the world. That we could stop, take a deep breath, and not plan or dwell at all. Would we be happy? Wouldn’t we want to plan ahead to be able to look forward to something? And if we’d never dwell about something in the past, would we learn from it?
Maybe it’s a bit idealistic, but I really think that it would be paradise on earth to have that feeling I felt in Berlin for all eternity. Not worrying about graduating, no thinking about the future or about a family: just being happy where you are, with whom and when. And it sounds so easy, too! But it’s not. So for now I’m stuck singing along with The Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony, in my bed, knowing I have to be somewhere in a couple of hours. Knowing I have to finish a paper in the coming week. And another one the week after, and return books and, and… until there are no plans anymore and I’m free as a bird. To do whatever the fuck I want. And that day will be bliss.
Love, Sabrina
P.S. Next time I’ll be funny again, those little know-it-all miscreants that are in my class are giving me loads of material to write about.
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