walking on the street after some tearing rain on sunday morning.
people tend to sleep their brain out on the weekend, i don't judge them, it's okay to indulge a bit after a tiring week. however, it's just not my case. i get up even earlier on these days to jog around the streets and parks - the thing that i'd found most addictive up until now.
to walk away from my sorrows, letting my hair fly as the gentle wind slowly drift by, feeling my skin kissed by the morning sun, not scorching bitch at noon which melts my eye out.
to smell the seductive aroma that earth have when all the dead leaves and rain done pouring on.
to look at the world rolling on and on with different lenses, to feel, yes, to feel so deeply what's going on in people's life by looking at them.
to feel my heart beating harder and harder when my favorite song comes up the moment i'm entering my long-loved walking track.
to feel blessed.
to feel free.
to feel completed.
completion ain't anything that's achieved but rather, learnt.
you will never achieve the "fulfilled" state by simply trying to get more and more.
"the earth is enough for every man's need, but not every man's greed."
at some point in your life, you have to stop and see what matter.
every once in a while, get away from all the haunting deadlines that always try to sneak up on you, do something which create an impact to you and people around you.
we aren't the wisest when we're old or when we're young.
at some point in our life, that ideal lifestyle just approach us out of no where.
don't search for it, seize the moment, and what you'd been finding will come when you're chilling on your sofa, nodding your head and hands and toes to your favorite song.
listen to a new song by chance and realize that you fucking love it.
i love "randomness".
i never play my songs to its order in the playlist, i always shuffle.
cause when you shuffle your songs and things you do, great things tend to come out.
i remember when i click on some playlist that "looks nice" and actually turn out nicer than i thought it would be.
you have to keep trying new things to know what you love and what you don't.
to know thyself, to me, is the start of true wisdom.
reading books with your body nestled in your blanket on the bed, your "blessed" playlist playing and rain going on outside
honestly, i can't tell a better combo.
rain dribbling on the outside, cozy on the inside.
i don't ask for anything more, i am here, at that moment, i'd arrived.
i feel like a damn queen that ain't need any king to complete me. i have my own crown and my own glory.
ah yes, i'd achieved self love. and i hope you will, too.
copying my favorite poems/ lyrics/ quotes to my journal.
my journal ain't any casual journal. it's not organized, it's rather a mish-mash of my feelings and whimsical thoughts. it's eerie, fascinating and unrealistic at times.
it's a small universe that i adore so much: somewhere i belong to, something which always comfort me when i'm out of sight.
i know that i can always search for lyrics and all that thing on google, but i like them better written on paper, in my own handwriting. they'd been blessed by my heart, soul and spirit. i always get recharged reading them.
here're some of my "blessed stuff" so far:
"what language is thine, o sea?"
"the language of eternal question."
"what language is thy answer, o sky?
"the language of eternal silence."
- Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds.
"aime-moi dans la neige,
aime-moi sous le soleil,
aime-moi la peau beige
dans les fleurs de vermeilles."
- Roi, VIDEOCLUB.
translated by some very wholesome people on the Internet:
"love me in the snow
love me under the sun
love me, the beige skin
in the bright rosy flowers."
[fyi, i know nothing about the baguette language except for "quatre-vingts"
however, songs like this make learning french grammar a less painful experience.]
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stay damn blessed.
18/10/2020.
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