Hallways

We walk down hallways our entire lives. There is nothing special about them, mostly. The only things that may come to mind are pictures and paint that make it look a certain way. Maybe the way it was just wide enough for three of us but not the fourth Or the way that one side had darker paint than the other, and I never asked anyone to fix it. Yet sometimes it may seem like there is something more about this hallway. While all of us treat it as just a way to get here and there, what we never realise is that it is where paths collide. Whether it's the lift lobby, school, work, or basically anywhere, we never realise that the unbothered hallway is actually a place for collision.

The same way that thoughts travel through our brain, we travel through spaces. Sometimes the only way to make an idea stick is to have thoughts come together. That is why some things only work in collision. If we walk down a hallway with the same path each time, we end up missing everything to collide into. Yet without anything to collide with, how can anything new be made out of us at all? Staying in one lane is just as important as exploring each of them. Without it, we would just end up moving in parallel, constantly moving forward. Yet barely to anywhere new.

So why does it turn out to be so difficult? Why can't we take advantage of these open hallways, ready for some kind of innovation? Are we so scared to break our lines? Or do we hold these lines more important than anything that can provide for us in the future? In the odd chance that we do end up colliding, why do we think it is easier to go back into our lines? All this fear and conformity in a world that boasts of innovation How can we be so sure this is the best we are doing? Is our best even possible if we continue to think in parallel?

Maybe the next time I take a walk down the hallway, I’ll make sure to stay outside of my lane and drift through other people’s. Whether it would matter or not, perhaps I can create something new, something that doesn’t fall in a straight line. Something outside of the ordinary, something so simple, could actually end up being revolutionary. Almost like a straight line.