Honey of the Heart
I think part and parcel of being a “social failure” is making friends with people who are either way older or younger than you. It’s most definitely not a bad thing – in fact, the past 3 weeks of trying very hard to remain sane and its somewhat success, was due to the help of some salt and pepper-haired friends. One of them who makes great schnapps for a living told me, “the secret really is if you cannot live alone, you’ll never be able to live with anyone.”
And the basic principle of letting everything take control of themselves, we have to adjust or at least acknowledge. Us control freaks who want to drive our direction and paths beyond the capacity of the structure to change, end up in earthquaked shells because we try too hard to fight the natural course of things, the intrinsic designs of life — that ironically, is also ever-changing as well as it is the blueprint that everyone is acquainted with.
A nudge here and there, but never a push or pull. If you intend to use force, ready yourself for consequences. 90 percent of the things that happen to us are all of our doing, only 10 percent belong to the moons we satellites orbit around. And if we build our lives on anything that is half of what we believe in, the pits won’t skip a beat from telling us why we were wrong in doing so.
Of course, there’s no denying that people are born with certain qualities that are hard to change, character types and disorders that will never seek distance from its roots and triggers. But this is why we have case studies, in the stories of our old friends, and past loves, belonging to a planet-full of philosophical mutants with inner galaxies. Real knows real, the truth may slide, but all waters lead to the ocean.
Admittedly, I’ve had contrasting and contradicting ideas about the supreme being because I think it’s just the Universe waging its finger, telling us what we haven’t accepted yet. Swim in deeper understanding for others, and let luck find its way. What goes around, comes around. This is what I’ve learned from sitting in a corner with 1 person, while the other half of the room celebrated life and the joys that company brought them.
Stealing studio hours,