“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”—A.A. Milne, Winnie-The-Pooh
Discussion with mom about the fate of a fabric, doctor’s appointment, a domestic calamity about the whereabouts of the fishing permit of dad, physically attacking the sister, loging into work account on a day-off and harrassing the team members through whatsapp to give them instructions, going on with the search for a tiny, lovely apartment…and this all before noon! And you thought I was lazy; I’m as busy as a…aahh hibernating bear. _ _
1. The fabric will be a dress soon.
2. The permit card is still on the run. Fish are safe for now.
3. Sister ninja attack is brought to you by Kraking_boNes.
4. Soon I’ll be doing a research on wheather tumblr family will come help me pack all my notebooks and pens or not!
5. The team members show symptoms of “whip-lash”. *whootch!
And you know what it means if you live in a small town in the Netherlands? LAMBS! Around April those crazy, bouncy creatures are scattered on the fields and I just watch them jump around while driving. (As if the flock of birds weren’t enough distraction!) In case you didn’t know: Lambs are crazy [just like children]. One moment they walk, the next they start jumping and suddenly they stop and run in the opposite direction.
[If you thought this post was kitsch, let me tell you that I almost missed my train this morning because I was trying to take a picture of a lady-bug on the ticket machine. Ahh…]
~ “I begin to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good, either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.” — Roald Dahl
Maybe like in those horror movies, where the audience knows what will happen if that girl opens the door or walks up to the attic, we walk to our tragedy with the same obliviousness. After all, the audience has the knowledge of watching a horror movie and there is this scary music preparing them for the awaiting fate of the character. Yet, that girl is moving in her own safety zone and understandably not expecting any dramatic turn in her story.
Now, looking back, I see I have missed many signs myself. Because I was in my own safety zone, because I didn’t have any reason to expect any dramatic turn.
1. Not only ventriloquists project their own opinions through the mouths of ‘others’. 2. Obviously there is a virtue called ‘catching the essence of a relationship only by a glimps of a screen’. 3. If you aren’t ashamed about an aspect of your life yourself no one’s opinion on that matter will make you feel ashamed.
One day you wake up and see another version of yourself from your past standing there looking at you. You remember the things that version did or things that person said and all that feels strange to you. You remember in what kind of a state of mind all that have been said or done but you cannot remember what it felt like.
I am a person of contradictions. I highly believe that you should be a whole on your own and I’ve never understood people who used expressions like “I cannot live without…”. The contradiction part is that I also believe in a refusal of doing so. There is a difference between “not being able to” and “not wanting to” and that nuance makes it possible to face the ‘you’ from your past without questioning your dignity. I think that it’s what gets you on your knees that matter, not the fact that you were on your knees. After all, how are you supposed to have ideals if you aren’t willing to burn yourself for them.