I have decided this time to do something I have not really done in this blog, and I just feel like sharing some pieces of text I wrote in different eras of my life (relatively recent), and I just feel very connected to them, as well as, they describe me in different senses.
I hope you enjoy them 🙂
*This post is a little Rupi Kaur vibe type of blog (‘milk and honey’ author).
Just in case… you know
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On my way to me
¿Qué es lo que quiero que el mundo vea de mí?
(What do I want the world to see from me?)
Si me desaparezco hoy, ¿qué queda de mi mañana entre los que me conocen? Sabré? O no!
I want this to be my phrase if anything ever happened and anyone ever found this phone or knew me (which would be weird but i guess ok?)
*thinking of a phrase*
Anyway.
*couldn’t decide with which phrase people should remember me, but probably the people who would miss me, can think of one that reminds them of me, and that will be enough for my experience in reference to theirs. This phrase, is my impact in them. Might not be on me to chose… although I’ll choose one, one day ;)*
I’ve thought a lot a about what I am as a person and what I am leaving of myself here on earth (¿)
Whoever you are reading this might know that you are in completely aligned with yourself !!
Heheheh
The world got so many beauties…. Oh men
We can’t just stop and not know them!
MyBk
My mind here, in Brl, DE
I am just roaming around M-‘s main streets.
People cross and smile. What an odd. When did I forget this is something people do?
How come I feel so ‘out of place’ here?
I don’t feel like I know how or what to do.
P-nd has made me get used to such world that doesn’t exist anywhere else.
And maybe that’s true if you speak for the sake of every country…
No place is like another. But men… I have never felt this way in a place.
I come here and can’t bare but think in awe of how much life this place has!
In which moment did I loose myself living in a dead place?
People live while dead. And I have become the people.
I became inmune to life.
Someone smiles back at me and it surprises me.
When did I become this?
This did not use to be me…
And it’s ok.
We are never fully us, or always empty ourselves.
We are and change.
Some philosopher said one that all that is alive is just a transformation of the constant probability of what it might get to be.
It is true.
When do we change?
We do not get notice of this never.
We just do.
One day we have our lives in order, and the next it crumbles.
Is this living? Am I still living? Or am I just keeping myself alive?
How can I get used to loosing so much sense with humanity?
The me I used to be thought she knew herself,
Until she lost her self, and lost the self her person knew.
Became new.
Came back to where she once was happy,
And disappeared—-.
Realized her mom was right when she said I can change my mind over the thing I love the most in a couple of time if I just give myself the opportunity to wait.
I want a slow life.
I want to feel alive.
I… I can not keep keeping myself just live.
I don’t belong to the place I loved. Or the me who writes this thinks so…
How come life be so swirly, crumbly, rocky, soft, and sore while exposing beauty in every misery and wound?
Live is meant to be lived. We are in the experience to experience it.
Observe.
Move.
Learn.
Grow.
See.
FEEL.
FEEL EVERYTHING AND NOTHING.
We are here, but we are not really where we think we are.
I miss not missing myself…
Although the person who writes this from a Norwegian Cafe (probably) IKEA chair and wood stool, is the person who the one she misses, delighted to be as strong and smart as the one writing this.
The one you miss would have never written this.
Only you.
MyBk
Jöst Frankly, Just Foryou.
To: Jöst Frankly, Just Foryou – although not you you.
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I miss and see you in every corner I saw with my eyes inside my mind from you.
You have the magic to be here, even when you are not.
Only wish you good.
Happy our paths crossed.
Never forgetting.
Sending you love and light you beautiful soul.
Live!
Live for the ones who can’t in this moment, and for yourself.
You deserve it.
Hope you knew the impact you had and have in my life.
Tight hug.
MyBk
Sub specie æternitatis.
La meta es captor todo lo que existe con la Mirada panorámica.
Hasta entonces no podemos alcanzar la máxima felicidad y serenidad del espíritu.
Ver todo ‘bajo el ángulo de la eternidad’.
(ENG)
The goal is to capture everything that exists with the Panoramic Gaze.
Until then we cannot reach the maximum happiness and serenity of the spirit.
See everything ‘under the angle of eternity’.
This is it from me,
For now.
This is all new, here and there.
Just texts, from within.
I love you.
You are loved and appreciated.
Handmade pure soul.
Come to the origin. Return to you.
Sending you love and light.
Sincerely,
Milena.
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