On lost things and commitment

Some time back I read a book titled A Place Called Here by Cecelia Ahern. One of the ideas of the book is that there is a place somewhere, in between worlds, where all the lost things and people go. I really liked that idea and Cecilia Ahern creates a very believable alternative world.

Sometimes I think about that world and I think that there is a special place in the library there for all my lost projects. For sure there is a section wearing a large, wooden label, beautifully carved which says Alina’s lost projects and ideas.

Often, in my mind, I go to that place and browse through all the things that could have been but never were because of this or that.

One of the highlights of this section must be my first and only theatre play which I wrote in college for a drama contest. All I remember about it is that it was called Ortu’ meaning obol, the coin that is given to the Ferryman Charon to take you accross the Styx. Altough, in Romanian the word comes from an actual coin called ort. But I digress!

I no longer remember the contents of the play, I was then, though, very influenced by Becket so it can have anything in it.

I also carry around in my mind a few books. Books that I have thought about over the years, refined them, added to them and removed from them. I just never felt that any was good enough to actually be written, or that is just an excuse.

I think I might just need to admit and be honest that it is just an excuse and see how I can work with this realisation.

I am thinking a good idea would be to make a list, just to write them down and see which ones still have legs and which ones I should just give up on forever in the place of lost things. I am sure they need something of mine to read too. Would not want to deprive them!

I joke, but I am not smiling, as in truth I see the time to commit is now.