The way we can instantly connect with strangers along our path. How they can perform untold episodes in our own stories is absolutely amazing. By sharing emphatic situations, by showing unnoticed similarities, by teaching us great lessons about ourselves in the most pure innocence way. Magic of living. Missing those moments. Missing that motion.
Paris, 2018.
“A mí nunca me ha parecido el otoño una estación triste. Las hojas secas y los días cada vez más cortos nunca me han hecho pensar en algo que se acaba, sino más bien en una espera de porvenir. Hay electricidad en el aire de París en los atardeceres de octubre, a la hora en que va cayendo la noche. Incluso cuando llueve. No me entra melancolía a esa hora, ni tengo la sensación de que el tiempo huye. Sino que todo es posible. El año comienza en el mes de octubre.”
“What a peculiar path I’ve had to take in order to reach you.”
Self assessment, the main idea I had planned for this year. Then, this odd path the life has planned for all of us. In the middle of this time of changes and challenges what really remains with us is the perspective we have about our environment and the way we find us able to walk trough. And all of our ways are peculiar. All of our own steps carry our motion out.
We created our own fortress where space and mindfulness are mixed together, we were able to expand our own physical limits to coexist with our imaginary desires and emotions, we have made a better and softer bed of dreams, we claimed our calm and safety as base, we built ourselves as preference, we tried to imagine and we tried to live. We are safe, we are in motion. Each day at a time.
In the middle of all this entire transformation about our existence and beliefs, the mundane things around our common days take a higher importance, the way those simple unappreciated actions and the way untold observations get louder and stronger than ever before, the way we use what we have on hands, the way we try to couple with paths that were missed before, the form our steps are taking and how life’s transformation is getting in place on a simpler way than the imagined before. No matter how hard and difficult this phase may look, we can always find comfort on common things and actions around our normal life. The way we use perspective is a solid path to keep our minds alive, to remember that we shouldn’t be pushing ourselves to the extreme but to carry on our emotions into single and small situations that may help us to feel safe and sound. To find motion in simple details.
Day 122.
We are also made by those simple and unnoticed observations, commonly unappreciated.
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
Wouldn’t mind.
This thing has been with me for the last two years. On days like these it feels greater than anything.
About all changes we are facing up, all those transformations for the ones we were not ready yet, accelerating the way we get used to new paths and matters, the way this isolated time of history has reached out our most internal veins and has forced us to embrace us from our deepest roots again, returning to forgotten perspectives and appreciations that were silenced for a while, returning to what each of us knows to do, on the most innate and unpredictable possible way. Making banal things look everything but basic, returning the importance to the things that are able to exalt our senses. We were lost in our own path, we were found at our own race. The motion prevails to the reason. Emotions increase the motion.
Raw non sense words.
For those intrinsic ways our mind can find to fly away, to expand the space and get that breath. La mer dans ma chambre.
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Claim your memories as safety path when turbulence of life blur your mind.
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Odd week.
Lots of open items.
Agenda conflicts.
Time pressure.
Different perspective.
Mind getting away.
Last time resolutions.
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Mentally trying to get away.
For all those silenced memories residing in our deepest places.
getaways //
¿Y si todo ha sido un sueño?
“Quand on aime vraiment quelqu’un, il faut accepter sa part de mystère... et c’est pour ça qu’on l’aime...”
Another trip around the sun. And I’m thankful for all the chances, for all the people around me. For all the past and all those memories. For all the untold stories, for all the nonsense experiences. For all the motion. For this life.
“In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.”
We experience our past without knowing we were also creating our future. We made memories without a conscious path about our own coming expectations. We were raising empires for the eternity without even knowing the implications. We built cities made of memories. We created our own placebo.
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
Where all the dreams reside after the night, where all the darkness of those early hours travel to while the light of the coming hours cover over our seeing, where all of our hopes wait for our attention and our willingness for actions. That invisible place filled by seas of unclear visions. Awaiting for us to come over and start the day over again. That feeling of nonsense relation. Those voices holding on silence. The untold visionary world.
To feel
and remember.
Deeply.
Current landscapes holding my hope for a better tomorrow.