Stories – Day 4 – Dating & Consciousness

The feeling stuck, you mention, triggers a related topic to surface, which is that of “dating” and getting to know the “self” in order to determine what is sought and needed, even if the conclusions are moving targets just as we are moving targets as we grow wiser, considering we are dynamic creatures. The answers behind our search differ from when we are 16, 25, 39, 50, etc. And dating others cannot fill the void or circumvent the painful process of waking up the unconscious.

 

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Stories – Day 2 -The monk who sold her mopet

In case you don’t know about the book mentioned, check it out here. It’s pretty good.

I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
God bless!

 

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Stories – Day 1 – Never stop fighting

This is one of my personal favorites. Enjoy.

At first I didn’t scroll down all the way so I thought “THE END” really was the end of the post, and the end of the story and I almost burst into desperate tears at the lack of resolution. It made me realize how much I agree with you. I’ve always been a dreamer. I was going to be salutatorian of my graduating class and attend college with a full ride scholarship. But I would’ve been miserable. I want to thrive, not just survive. So I gave all that up to go to school in France instead. People are meant to be fulfilled dreams, not societal norms. We weren’t meant to fit comfortably in boxes. Thank you for telling the truth, brother. Never stop fighting for your dreams.❤

 

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Telltale signs

I bled to death
yesterday
but now,
I’m fine.

let me rinse
my soul
with endless stream
of frosty spirits
and
remove

all the
telltale signs.

Like childhood stories

​I’ve known hungover mornings
like childhood stories
still vaguely living
in my memory.

each of them
sedated by reminiscent
of what existed
only in my
imagination

like childhood stories
still vaguely living
in my memory.

totally
worth it.

If it’s easy

We all want easy.

We all want the same thing. The easy thing. And the greatness of doing that thing is split among everyone wanting that thing.

Until there’s no greatness left in it.

Only mediocrity.

Mediocrity is the death of human potential.

When everyone wants the same, easy thing, our stories become the same.

And when our stories become the same, we all become the same.

We lose our uniqueness.

A great story told once is amazing.

A great story told over and over again is boring as fuck.

So next time when you find yourself thinking what to do, think about your story.

Think what will happen to it if it’s easy..

social

the colorful sketch of lights
shots of blistering bass

two bouncers
one alright and one scary
his way or
no way

ten thousand hats
block your way
as you ignore and smile
your way
through the usual complaints

you shake your head
hoping it’s enough
but it’s never
enough

the wait of drinks
filled with stories
rumors
lies
lust

they all want
the conquest
but only one can be
the king

they get out of
pedestrian zone
driving their way
to the grind
you wait to piss
the wall’s your best friend
drunk on beer

little spots of you
dripping down on the floor
get lost in the sea of
cheap rum and coke

zipping up you
march in to
meet more
friends.