Short moments like this one now, dedicated to myself and just myself, are the little treasures of my day.
Laying down on my sofa, I'm listening to my favourite playlist "Bad Desire" (I'm lying, it's not my favourite, I barely knew it till like 1 min ago - but I've already loved it) while drinking -what else?- my favourite (yes, this is true) wine!
I'm slowly but effectively getting rid of a hard day while sinking in my thoughts.
Well, yes, ok, I do overthink. Otherwise I wouldn't be a dreamer!
I opened my window to hear the rain drops falling smoothly on the grass of my little yard.
What a smell! I've always loved autumns even in the middle of summers. An unpredictable change to remind me that nothing lasts forever and that Heraclitus (I think) quote: "All is flux"...
As I grow up, I come up with new hobbies and interests, but a weird one is still since I remember myself: I like staring at people passing by, I like understanding people, I like bonding with them and become part of their life, to get to know them, to share and interact with them, to give and receive, to be amazed by the way they think, the way they act, plan, react.
This hobby feeds me and strengthens me.
And there's one thing I could never get.
Blind people.
Or blind-minded people.
Or blind-emotional people.
Some have the ability to cover their emotions inside a waterproof shield and never let them be revealed or exposed.
More notably, others use such a hard material to cage their souls, that hardly ever let themselves feel anything. At all.
If a hole or a weakness appears, they are alert to build it back-stronger than before.
Fearfulness...
Cowardice...
Or perhaps self-protection. A self-defence system. Amazingly effective. Surprisingly there, present all the time.
Ambitious professionals, lack of ambition in Life.
What a pity...
I feel sorry for them.
But above all, I feel intrigued.
I feel like I want to scratch this shield and uncover what's underneath.
How much wealth can be hidden there??
Let me explore it.
Prove me you can.
ps: "Eyes and ears are poor witnesses to people if they have uncultured souls" (Heraclitus again)
Miss M.
Laying down on my sofa, I'm listening to my favourite playlist "Bad Desire" (I'm lying, it's not my favourite, I barely knew it till like 1 min ago - but I've already loved it) while drinking -what else?- my favourite (yes, this is true) wine!
I'm slowly but effectively getting rid of a hard day while sinking in my thoughts.
Well, yes, ok, I do overthink. Otherwise I wouldn't be a dreamer!
I opened my window to hear the rain drops falling smoothly on the grass of my little yard.
What a smell! I've always loved autumns even in the middle of summers. An unpredictable change to remind me that nothing lasts forever and that Heraclitus (I think) quote: "All is flux"...
As I grow up, I come up with new hobbies and interests, but a weird one is still since I remember myself: I like staring at people passing by, I like understanding people, I like bonding with them and become part of their life, to get to know them, to share and interact with them, to give and receive, to be amazed by the way they think, the way they act, plan, react.
This hobby feeds me and strengthens me.
And there's one thing I could never get.
Blind people.
Or blind-minded people.
Or blind-emotional people.
Some have the ability to cover their emotions inside a waterproof shield and never let them be revealed or exposed.
More notably, others use such a hard material to cage their souls, that hardly ever let themselves feel anything. At all.
If a hole or a weakness appears, they are alert to build it back-stronger than before.
Fearfulness...
Cowardice...
Or perhaps self-protection. A self-defence system. Amazingly effective. Surprisingly there, present all the time.
Ambitious professionals, lack of ambition in Life.
What a pity...
I feel sorry for them.
But above all, I feel intrigued.
I feel like I want to scratch this shield and uncover what's underneath.
How much wealth can be hidden there??
Let me explore it.
Prove me you can.
ps: "Eyes and ears are poor witnesses to people if they have uncultured souls" (Heraclitus again)
Miss M.
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