For a long time I forgot about her. I forgot the lessons, the mistakes, the friendships and the heartbreaks we faced. I remember her now more than ever. Now, with all the isolation and extra time for thought, she comes knocking at my door asking to retake some conversations. Conversations we were supposed to have this whole time.
We are not born judgmental, that is something we learn. We are not born angry, sad, happy, relaxed. The question is; how much of that comes from the outside, and how much are we born with?
If I had the power to teleport myself to any open space in the middle of nature, a space away from the noisy street, overwhelming technology, to a space away from my problems…I would probably choose to teleport to an infinite green field in Switzerland. Unfortunately, my human ordinary self can’t do this, but I discovered an alternative practice that brings me the peace and quiet that my body and mind deserve.
I said a hip-hop, the hippie the hippie
To the hip, hip hop you don't stop
Rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
This is a story about a fairy, a fairy whose existence depended solely on others’ believing in her. She’s best known as Tinkerbelle, Peter Pan’s companion and sidekick.
Today I watched the sunset, my favorite luxury—In any location and in every home, I live for that sinking sun, that color pallet on the horizon. My small moments of watching the sun set into the horizon, or to the back of mountains, into the ocean or simply watching the light change colors on the trees, each resembles my idea of intangible gold.