With the burden of responsibility, it’s easy to become a part of the rat race. The human condition allows us to fall so easily into routine that we simply shift into airplane mode and go through the motions. The main focus becomes getting from point A to point B.
Some days it’s all I can do not to live in this place for parts of it are too lovely to be true.
And other days I run from it, fast and far for parts of it have broken my heart.
I think perhaps it’s best just to visit.
All over Europe and the U.S I have been able to manage this sort of travel quite well except in Barcelona. During our 5 days there, my best friend and I kind of got sucked into the tourist spots and couldn’t find our way out. We asked for suggestions but everyone kept pointing us in the same direction. As if we were living in Groundhog Day
So much of the beauty in life is born from the absence of preconception. Just allowing things to be whatever they will be without projecting anything onto it. Letting this thing affect you, happen to you and unfold around you. It’s about living inside of moments. Being whoever you are inside of that moment without alteration.
You think you’ve gone mad? Well so have I. You’re addicted to cocaine. To the rhythm. To yourself.
I spent the total of a year living in Italy before I made it to Rome. I had never thought too much about going until I was given a strange and rather exciting incentive.
As a little girl I liked doodle bears and barbies, but I adored troll dolls and mad balls and furbies. I was half in love with Beetlejuice and I dreamt of one day looking as lovely as Wednesday Addams.
You remind us of the immense beauty one can find in simplicity and vulnerability.
And from that innocence blooms a brilliant fearlessness.