Yesterday I was aimlessly walking around Copenhagen listening to some music, when I suddenly realized I was completely lost. I started looking for a map to try to figure out where I was when I saw a sign that read 'Christiania' and pointed towards an alley. I had heard about the controversial 'freetown' but never visited it. Christiania is a self-proclaimed autonomous neighborhood of about 850 residents with it's own laws, own flag and is internationally famous for openly selling marijuana.
I decided to follow the groups of young backpackers and tourists heading towards the entrance, a large arch with the inscription 'Welcome to Christiania. You are now leaving the EU'. Now, Christiania may not be for everyone, it wasn't really for me, but it is definitely place that should be visited. There were people everywhere laughing, painting, being loud, getting high and just doing overall creative things. I felt like I was suddenly a million km from Copenhagen, and in a way, I guess I was. I have to admit the drugs did make me a bit uneasy so a hurried past the kiosks and towards a building that said Museum. What this was a museum for I'm not sure but there were posters, notebooks, graffiti, and coffee.
I sat down for a while and just enjoyed the feeling of being anonymous and of no one knowing where I was. It's the most liberating feeling in the world. After a while I decided leave, and I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere cause all of a sudden found myself in a dark staircase without anyone around. The room was a wreck with cracks in the floor, paint chipping off the walls and staircase, the lamps were off or broken as was one window, and everything was covered graffiti and I felt peaceful. It was so beautiful and all I could think of was a quote I had read the year before in Elisabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love. It Is about Rome, but I believe the basic metaphors apply;
"A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It's called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashedit a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome's first true emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he concenedm would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreakyou won't let go of because it hurts to good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked around to this place, at the chaos it had endured - the way it has been adapted, burned pillageand found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic,it's just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.."
And there you have it. Take it from someone who has been afraid most of her life, and let so many opportunities pass by cause in the face of total life chaging chances, staying the same was safer. despite hating it. I am almost 25 years old now and trying to convince my self that it's still not to late. But yes, had I had the guts from the very beguinning life might have been a lot differently now. Don't be afraid, Take as many chances as you can. Life is more beautiful when you truly live it.
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