I remember reading a blog called “I had another flying dream last night”
( I can no longer find this blog) it was about a lovely girl who wrote the most
amazing deep entries…. Her blog was filled with incredible crafts. She was very
outspoken and I found so many nature shots. I came to the conclusion that whenever people
are going through a rough batch they tend to seek the wilderness. I could say I
do the same I was re-reading WALDEN by Henry Thoreau, I love how he questions
what success is, and how everyone’s life beats to a different sound. How we
must all respect each other and value the simple things that bring us happiness.
But I guess we only value those things once they are threatened. History has
shown that tortured souls as they say, write the most beautiful and inspiring
stories. I believe that’s true. Going back to the girl’s blog, she once wrote a
very noir post in which she talked about how her mother committed suicide and
how that has affected her through the years. How feeling loved is hard and how
she desperately seeks understanding, she wishes to encounter someone who will
one day give her an answer and tell her why her mother did what she did knowing
she has a beautiful baby girl, she needed to silence those voices inside her
head. She needed someone to reassure her that life is a gem.
I would always find myself reading her blog, and I guess what I was
seeking too, was reassurance that when I’m stuck in a rut I too will find the
light, I too will learn to value what I have.
Underdogs, unforgettable survival stories, war stories, …. Those are my
type of films & books… at the moment I really really want to go see these
films: “ RACE” and EDDIE THE EAGLE” both films are about individuals that bypassed every obstacle and succeeded. From an early age I understood I wasn’t part
of the fortunate group, if I wanted something I had to work very hard to obtain
it. I am loved by many and I clearly see it, however…. When dark times come
they tend to stick around, you fight it, like I would when I would play around
in the ocean shore, I would enter the ocean running once, maybe twice but by
the third time my legs had no strength. Life is similar, I’m like a AAA battery , my laughter and smile
cannot last forever. So I shall recharge with blues skys and green around me
lots and lots of green……
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