So this morning I started this blog and posted. Then I tried googling ‘Longing to Escape’ to see if anyone could find it… no joy. I guess these things take time and popularity – I have only had 3 hits so far, so perhaps it won’t have registered yet. Impatience is another word for longing? Perhaps that is too kind, because longing settles in the stomach in a way peptic impatience cannot do. It’s just that I thought I’d found a key to open something, and though it has turned in the lock… the door is still closed!
I should ask Sam’s advice – he’s building a business that gets sites to the top of a google search, he should know! Actually I don’t think he will – he will be ‘outsourcing’ those technical matters once he has landed some willing clients. It is all part of his own longing to escape, the realisation that with an income he could actually do more with his life – perhaps even prolong it! He wants to earn some money to buy “life-saving medicine” he thinks he’s found, but it’s likely that’s where longing borders on delusion…
The funny thing about my googling was that when I typed in ‘longing to escape wordpress blog’ it came up with this obviously defunct blog called ‘Longing FOR escape’ at the top of the first page! Not fair – there are only a few posts on, all it from a year ago: the internet is very behind the times! But looking through suggested links, it does seem there are a lot of people out there with a yearning to break free… The unknown Malaysian lady was writing last May under the web address stuckedinthemoment(sic). I wonder if she did escape… the mixture of her own language with short phrases of English is as intriguing as my question, “what happened next?”
Meanwhile, here I am in my own effort to break free of stultification, trying to ‘write myself out of jail’ as a friend who helped me get started put it when his own story was at a sticking point – see Parole Parody and Jail break from 2 years ago. The Stories from the Street website sadly didn’t survive in the end… but our stories themselves certainly continue even through periods of silence. I still believe if we can find our voice and write them down there can be a way of escape from the fears, stress and isolation – a way of sharing the journey.
So come on google! Break the silence for me!