It's a Zoo...

We live in a world where Globalization is a natural phenomenon not something we wonder about anymore. Our world is saturated by advertising with companies and people constantly telling us what to do and how. The pressure to excel and achieve more is intense and on from very young age.

People are closing themselves and find solace in the virtual world. Easily we can create a new identity an alter ego if you wish on line, maybe an existence we wished we had in real life but for one reason or another we can’t. Other times our Alter Ego and secret identity is our avenue to vent and expose our inner souls. To tell the world our ideas, opinions, what we like and dislike. The ultimate expression of feelings therefore, has become the global addiction of blogging.

It is rare to meet someone today in the western world that doesn’t keep or read one or several blogs. Personally I joined the blogging nations two years ago after I moved from the Amsterdam to London as way to keep my friends updated on my adventures. More recently I adopted the Facebook notes as a way to keep in touch with friends and my first blog went forgotten. Now after a few months being a woman of leisure since I resigned my job in the city I feel it’s time to reopen the gates of my mind and share what I have learned these past few months with others out there interested in listening and why not participating.

My new umbrella of digital Ink “Monkey Business” is now open for business. I thought it only appropriate to name this venture “Monkey Business” since my life has been feeling a lot like a zoo or a circus lately. An urban jungle saturated with self imposed taboos and limitations, where monkeys roam free being charming and sometimes getting or creating trouble.

This zoo is quite global spanning into several countries and covering quite a few different species of the animal kingdom all wishing to be called human but very few ever acting like one. I would have thought myself as the master choreographer of this production but in most cases I am more of the main voyeur, traversing through time and space looking for the illusive answers to questions like “what am I really supposed to do?”, “am I on the right path?” and “Is this all there is to life?”. I do believe that life is what we make of it, but it appears that lately I had forgotten my own advice and I have been walking without a specific direction. Yes that is it direction, a sign of some kind. I have been following signs all my life moving from country to country and city to city looking for them. Deep inside I crave for stability but when I get it I start looking for the next sign to take me to the next destination, always hoping that one of these days a light will go on inside and show me the ultimate way.