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Avoider
Today I am here then, Iâll be there
one day I care the next I ignore
willing wednesday temper thursday
friendly friday selfish saturday
Sunday, the sun Monday, the moon
I shine and shimmer I dim and disappear
I go from certainty to perhaps, maybe
I fear, I doubt I smile, I pout
I push away easier, that way
I show my teeth grin, smiles, ifâŚ
I am a mysterious cosmic dark opus
searching frenetically how to be just me
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Unstuck yourself.
Love life is not at his best. Ok, to be truly honest it has rarely been at its best, but normally, generally, when the world does not goes round and round; you had a thousands boyfriends, and a hundreds flirts. You were keeping your friends busy, trying to make them aware of the possibilities you had at your feet, and trying to make them feel lost the next day when new names were thrown at them. Normally, in a simple world, you had fake fantasies about winters in Italy and summer lakes romances. You had dark rooms encounters and clubs kisses. You had metro numbers and songwriters following you under the rain, in Paris. But currently; youâre seeing that one guy; he is sweet, he is nice but you donât even know what this really is. and he seems to live in a world as small as your head. Truly said? You have no one !
Work life is not at its peak. You went from a safe income to a very irregular one, but you always got some gigs and you always felt grateful. A little stunned even. You donât even know yourself how you made that happen. Perhaps you were smiling more. Perhaps the stars were aligned in your favours. Or you used the last bit of your lucky pot. Now? You donât even want to be asked what you do for a living. Part artist, part dilettante, you wonder if job seeker can actually be a title ? De Job Seeker, perhaps? Van Job Seeking⌠Lately, you sent over hundreds of applications, but they all came back unsuccessful. Maybe because, you mentioned your heartaches. -True romantic seek work- is potentially not the best headline for a job position.
Social life? Well, this is still more or less the one thing you have going for you. More or less, because you obviously spend, way more time with your housemate and your bestie (and that beautiful sweet boy) than you do with all your other friends. They are either busy, or you are just not rich enough to make a move. You are conscious of your own wrong-doings and donât know how to shake things up. You just paid the rent on time, how could you afford to meet up for drinks; seriously ⌠You go around avoiding emails, and only use social platforms to promote your art and or to help a friend in need. To put people together, hoping no one will ask about you in the process.
The rest is just a little blurry. It is a little like living on a foggy island. You see, at times, the other shore, but mostly you just know it is there, behind the clouds. You have lost the timetable of the ferries, and when you hear it approaching, it is way too late to find your pennies and run to get onboard. You always reach the quays as the ferry pulls into the waters. You see it leaving before it disappears into the mist of the small pound you now live on. Your island is not that big, you could probably go around in two hours or so ⌠And you ponder on a walk. But you are exhausted from your race and drag your tired soul back home. It starts to pour. And you just know how the day will end. Youâll be in bed cursing about internet and the devils it hosts. You will drag your eyes till three oâclock to watch unsatisfying crap as you dream awake of starring in one of them. And you fall asleep, to wake up with even less energy the next dayâŚ
This is your life at the moment. And you feel ashamed for wasting your energies and strength in such mundane things. But this is the reality and you would rather face it than stay on that island a day longer. All you want to do is to unstuck yourself.
You want to smiles to strangers again, you want to drink coffee under the sun, you want to stand on the other shore; so you can help others getting out of their islands. You want to go running and feel the wind under your face. You want to be successful for yourself. And you want to feel satisfy. You want to be the old version of you. The one you celebrated with, for thirties years or so. The young adventurous being you used to be. You want to walk naked because you are that strong! You want to walk to the ferry and not run after it. You want to be at peace with the world around you but especially yourself.
But until you can get there; here are a couple of things to remember: you can let other smiles to you for a while. This is also nice to receive. You can drink tea under the rain, or a hot chocolate under the snow. This is totally acceptable ! You can stand on your shore, firmly, and get to go on a walk around the island. You may find flowers and trees prettier than the ones on the other shore. You are already successful, way more than you think. Did you not say that you paid the rent on time ? Did you not said that through this ordeal, you still live on earth ? You are already strong, for battling all these battles, one at a time and not going crazy. You are no longer the old you, but have a look at the new you instead ! He is, I am sure, as fantastic as the old version of yourself. They inhabit the same body, they surely can not be that different... WALK NAKED - in your room perhaps !! But walk naked, because you are that strong. And let the breeze caress your skin, for it needs to feel alive. Feel the salt, the humidity and the clouds vaporising around you. And donât worry about the ferry. It will be back again. And be at peace, for I like you! Be at peace with yourself, for you like yourself too !
Now go along, carry on living, so you can unstuck yourself !
Men I love.
My dear sweet sexy ass, I am sorry; but I have to leave you. Life is calling me again, and I am truly wasting my time running after your sweet bubble-butt. I am chasing you like I a hunter hunts his prey. I donât love you, I just want to eat you.
Take a seat
The seat revealed itself to me like the grin of a stranger you lock eyes with. It was irrelevant whether I needed to seat or not; but the seat was there, in front of my eyes, in the busiest carriage I took all day. Everyone around seemed not to notice it. They were all standing, holding onto the bars and handles as the carriage made way through the underground tunnel of this chaotic yet amazing city. And that seat, empty.
I was a vacuum myself. My day had not been utterly fulfilling yet I had absorbed many energies and was feeling rather drained by the useless commute I had to do. I was heading -at last- home. And I was truly looking forward to enter my new abode, take my shoes off, peel myself away and mentally find the peace my soul had been in search all day.
Before the train pulled at the next station, I decided to seat. I had another three stations, and though this would go quickly, I see no more reasons to stand while this inviting place was still not occupied. I squeezed through the passengers, noticing some of the travellers annoyance. and finally made it to the seat. And did what I intended to: seat.
But all the looks were on me. And I suddenly blushed at the numerous eyes looking at me. All these looks placed towards me, as if I was, the first sign of summer. I avoided as many looks as I could. Unable to find any energy to defy or assume any of the stares I was given. While trying to hide away, it hit me. This was not my place.
It was free all right, but this was not mine to take. This is not right. It was free and so anyone had the right to take it. But, I had not took it yet. I sat, like a lost kid looking for his parents. I sat for the sole purpose of seating. I was not seating to take the place, but rather sat because there was a place. It is hard to know if I make sense, for the point is: I was visibly not seating. Almost like if I was standing at the edge of a cliff, undecided whether I should jump forward or walk back and accept that today I was not ready to jump. My butt was half way on the seat, and halfway in the air. My feet pointing to the corridor and my bag neither on my knees nor in my arms. I was not there to stay. This was obvious to anyone looking at me.
The second stop came in, and as the train swished through the artificial artery leading to the platform, I was in awe with my discovery. Here, now, I was not seated, but using the space I could find to exist. And this was what I had done for a couple of months now. Letting the world act upon me, rather than me acting onto the world.
I had only one station to go, which was clearly too short to let the Eureka moment sink in. But I did what seemed very natural. And took my bag to the floor, brought my butt cheeks to the back of the seat, setting the posterior region of my thighs onto the military pattern of the seat. And I sat straight. My toes pointing towards the seat opposite mine. My head and back straight. I was owning the place when the train pulled into my station.
And a new beginning began. As I walked home I realised what I did wrong for so many months: not knowing my place.
Find your place. At work, at home, with your siblings, and within your neighbourhood. Define yourself in your terms, and accept to seat like the person that you are within. Seat with grace and reverence to the existence you have been given.
Find your place into the world and take a seat. For there are many reasons you are here, today, one of which; is to seat within your own body. You are here today, to live a life full of wonders and adventures. To unlock mind-blowing discoveries. To fill the space you inhabit with unprecedented glow. So seat, my friend ! Seat and let yourself ride along the life you wish to live.
Circadian awakening.
Donât you find it strange, that every night we go to sleep only to wake up hours later ? That weird fact puzzles me. We tucked ourselves in, ponder about our days, and imagine wishful stories as the darkest of blacks comes to hug us. And as the morning lights peer through our windows, so does the sound of excited birds, and citizens already on their way to some new adventures.
Donât you find it remarkable, that chance we have to go to sleep only to wake up hours later ? Seven times a week, though technically two overlaps on the previous and next of weeks.
We, as humans, are given this incredible luck; to go to sleep and wake up over and over again. We are given the chance to restart on a daily basis, all year-round for years on end. Phrased as such, it sounds a little like a curse. A little too close to that Sisyphus story. Yet, if one looks closely, one notices the incredibility of such a mundane event. Each day, we can awake ourselves, knowing that today, we are going to try harder than the day before. That, though challenges will come our way, we will dodge some of them, and let ourselves indulge in others. We will choose, sometimes with tact, at times with extreme uncertainty, to bathe ourselves in drama or move forward. We will enrich our souls, or numb our minds. We will seek for power and riches or contemplate with self-esteem our achievements and the road we have walked. We will analyse our dreams or create new ones; leaving some unfinished. We will go through the hours of daylight, and sunk into the entrance of darkness of a summer evening, until it is time, yet again, to put ourselves under our covers.
So life, can, when chirps and rolling cars, inhabits the daylight anew; give us once more : a suite to our previous episodes, or a change of direction in the gushy winds that our lives are.
May today be your day. May you choose to fill yours with humility, peace and thriving achievements. May your day be yours, shaped by the orders of your own successes and by the desires of your deepest self. And if like me, your sky is covered by clouds and a sad tension of electricity in the air; remember that tomorrow, will come. You can make it your day, then. When the sun caresses your pale skin, and when it reaches the bottom of your heart, bringing light and equanimity into the yawning abysses of your anima.
âBe water my friendâ
I often write that life has a funny way of preparing you for things. It has its own ways to disrupt your plans. It seems to shake things up, the day, you had it all planned. Making you constantly readjust to new possibilities. And finding new moments of order in the chaos of reality.
There is a beautiful proverb, which I faced for a while, almost daily, not long ago, when I was still living in North Berlin. It said âbe water my friendâ. I can not recall whoâs the author, but this little vague and fluctuating saying has stuck with me since.
Today, would not have been possible, if I would not have been water. None of my plans succeed, but I jumped from one supposed event to the next, with the amplest desire to just let myself float. I readjust, reschedule, and reordered my life without even the realisation that I was doing so. Things were cancelled, giving freedom for others to bloom.
Life is like an improvised novel, each event could lead you to new worlds. Each line could bring you elsewhere. Nothing is contained, and nothing is solid. All is water, it is up to decide whether you want to float or swim.
Let yourself float.
Life is like impro theatre; each event could lead you to new worlds. Each line could bring you elsewhere. Nothing is contained, and nothing is solid. All is water, it is up to decide whether you want to float or swim.Â
Fate.
Fate, is not some mysterious mystified concepts; it is a factual series of events which lead to a particular moment in time. In which one ends up asking: Why ? Why me ? Why this carriage ? Why this u-bahn ? At this hour ? In that city ? All together, a eerie series of decisive moments, which led to one event in time.Â
Alien.
The alien asked : why so foreign ?
Circle.
We meet people twice. Especially if you walk in circle, and walk really really fast.Â
Li(f)e.
I live a life that is not mine. Yet I feel perfectly fine knowing it. I live a life that I have forced onto myself for there is no better lies than the ones you tell yourself.Â
Stroll.
I went on a walk today. I got lost into our past. I found your home. You no longer live there. I found a forgotten past, though. It softly with advocacy whispered ; he is gone, you are not.Â
Follower.
It was easier to decide to follow you to Australia than to choose to live in Wedding.Â
AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together.
iâd never die
but imagine already being in a relationship at 18 and then at 22 youâre both sitting there looking at each other and realizing that you both havenât aged a day
imagine platonically moving in with ur best friend at 18 and then realizing a few years later that youâve been aging together
imagine purposely never finding your soul mate so you can reign eternal
holy shit i think we may have stumbled upon the greatest romance/adventure concept ever
What if you killed your soul mate so youâd make sure you never aged.
This just makes me really want a story where the main antagonist is someone who has been killing their soulmate for centuries whenever they find them, and the main protagonist is the newly re-incarnated version of their soulmate
okay but you guys dont realize the potential.
imagine meeting a handsome young man whoâs seen as a player and sleeps around a lot and you notice a scar along his arm and ask where he got it. he just look down at his feet and said âi used to be a soldier in world war oneâ. Heâs been sleeping around and hooking up so much cause heâs been trying to find his soulmate for years but hasnât yet.
Imagine going on your first date with someone and you really hit it off and then the next day you notice a grey hair and call them on the phone excitedly screaming and they both just sit on the phone hysterically crying and laughing.
Imagine sitting in silence with your partner and having them say out of the blue âi feel so old when im around you⌠but⌠in a good wayâ and thats the moment you know that they love you.
imagine having a dog thats 18 in human years and it starts to get gray patches of fur because they loves you so much.
imagine noticing you look older and freaking out but then stopping and getting super confused because âim not dating anyone right nowâŚ. which of my friends is my soulmate⌠WHICH ONE IS IT!?!?!?â and then they hopelessly date everyone they know in order to find out which one it fucking was. it was the pizza delivery guy the whole time. they went on 27 dates that all ended in confusion and heartbreak and it was the god damn pizza delivery guy from a month ago the whole fucking time.Â
imagine someone dating their partner for 5 years and then having an affair. only after the affair do they start aging.
imagine nuns who start to age after they ceremoniously âmarry godâ
imagine people getting surgeries to look older cause they dont want people to think theyre alone.
imagine having parents who wont let you date anyone but they start to notice you aging and then you have to have a terrifying âsurprise im gay and i have a boyfriend haha oopsâ conversation
imagine seeing couples with teenage kids and the couple both looks 18.
i could go on for hours.
imagine immortal aromantics/asexuals
imagine unrequited soulmates where only one side ages and the other side doesnât
Omg this needs to be a new sub genre of romance. Break out the laptops and get to writing folks
Imagine, that you have met your soul mate, you followed him/her across the globe. Because you knew. But he/she did not. But you both start ageing, living two different lives. And all your friend donât get it. They all ask where is your partner, because they see your riddles, deeper day by day. They see your hair changing. They feel your heart beating. But they have not met your soulmate. And his/ her friends are also noticing him/her growing older. They see his skins getting stains. And they see his eyes shivering a little more. And he/she dates people, thinking they are his/her soul mates. So you, patiently, wait. Until you cross path again. And this is the worst, because you know, but you can not change it. So you age, endlessly, softly swaddling your heart, at night. Singing it lullaby and reassuring chants.Â
Another message to the same friend.
Meet who you are, and have dinners with who you should be.
Message to a friend.
You are the powers that you give yourself. You are the tempest that you allow to burst. You are the fruit that you harvest. You are flying, if you give yourself some wings. Don't let "me" define "you". Let yourself define "me".
