“What a peculiar path I’ve had to take in order to reach you.”
“You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.”
Even the tiny and quietest memory may offer a whole sea of peace. If it’s true that future counts, the past should be counted as double, we are wherever we are because the past we lived, we expect whatever we expect because the experience we had in the past. Undervaluation of our own very past has been only the path we walk to commit new mistakes, we should have been educated about this when we were children. We should have been advised by the old generations about all of this. We shouldn’t have been raised as a weak generation protected by avoiding the past, lack of knowledge only carries lack of opportunities. Valuable paths are in our own hands.
Ephemeral worlds carrying our untold words on, letting our deepest emotions to come up, facts rooted on invisible layers, residing in between us, absorbing, letting us to experience, discovering worlds that are still unknown. Unborn realities.
Raw words, without sense.
“I believe that by time I had already realized that no one really answers the questions.”
The more I think the more I know nothing about. And that’s an amazing step. All is about the perspective and how this may be counted in our own path.
And suddenly now all those random moments are louder and more present than ever, those unique and undervalued memories are now basic supporters. Retrieving the motion wished. The dialogue of those silences forgotten. ~
Not necessary saying utopia is an invalid statement for mindset growth but a path to explore new matters. Perspective over reaction.
Motion scape.
To find the peace on each stage no matter how many times you have been there. To find perspectives that may you help with new arrangements. To reach the motion inside your mind.
It was early and the sky was showing its darker face, there were not sounds as the city still asleep, my coffee remains in my hand and my memory was off flowing back to this scene. The way we remember make us feel the motion, make us restart our own way. We keep records to survive without the knowledge of our actions. We keep trying to walk for new paths carrying our own oldest paths on. Life is motion. Sometimes motion in reverse.
Daily common observations preserving sanity.
“Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don’t even know.”
How many stories were created in our mind and were allowed to reside only in our fantasies with the only intention of a better place? How many stories achieved the reality of life? How many of our own words were allowed to reside in untold memories? Scratching the surface of time, impulsing our analog fantasies into a different dimension where voices are louder and deeper, where our silences are ruling the time. How many times intensional actions were taken in place?
Scape, silence and words.
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
How our basic statements have changed during this tough time? How our own perspective has been migrated to those unthinkable postures where unexpected thoughts reside? How far and close are we attached from each other? How close are we from our own soul?
Even when things feel static and apparently a lack of motion is present in each routine there are seas of emotions moving faster than our mind can catch up with.
No matter if we feel that we are getting the best or the worst of this situation, learning will come after all this turbulence pass and we will need to deal with new versions of us. Amazing how life has started to shown the real motion that resides in between our mind and our body. Altering the status quo has always shown firm results. From the past till the end.
Missing real contact. Missing friends. Missing long gatherings. Missing to spend hours between laughs and bubbles. Today I miss for a better time.
Trying to put myself together after a night filled by laughs and bubbles. Implicit low living requirements. Hazy nights as good reminder of whys and whats.
Things I miss the most, motion implied during my short home travels. Internal and external. Driver for continuity.
“You have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.”
The two faces of my early hours each day, same source of light providing different scenarios. How can we start to feel comfortable with the idea of being raised under the same sun seeing and living different situations each day? How can we start to feel the innate things in our lives without loosing the power of appreciation? Is that what remains in our minds at the end of the day what really matters in life? How can we get used to that? How can we change the way we enjoy our simple observations? How perspective can be aligned to our desires?
Raw thoughts, unedited words.
Wishing this view as my current one. Made this photo in 2018, it was summer and I can still remember how nice I felt. Now it’s 2020 and I’m wondering how many days will need to pass to have me over the lake again. Life can change. It feels unreal.
I keep trying to open my eyes before the sun, I still need the darkness of those silent moments. I’m still enjoying having my coffee with the window by my side, looking how the life starts the daily game, I’m still enjoying those birdsongs each day. And the change of the sky. And all of those routines. All of that familiarity. All of that motion.
I’m still hoping, I’m still wishing.
Continuidad.
Silence and fresh air, new quiet beginnings ahead. That kind of familiarity of being walking the same steps.
Lately, there is a similarity sense implied on each of the days. Routine. Staying inside.
What would happen if our choices were the result of our pure instinct?
An ode of gratitude for all those slow moments filling up the spirit. Self-awareness and introspective search as main drivers rather than as a result of different situations. Looking for internal motion. To be the motor. To be the reason. To keep feeling. To be present.
“You have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.”
Not today. Tough way to start without sharing impulses in between. External flow imposed, rejection innate. The should be vs the must and a lost can in the middle of the path. Motion contained. Emotion retained.