I thought I should cheer myself up by thinking of all those things that for me are mindblowing. So, it’ll start easy by choosing 20 
:
- Go on a horse ride along some romantic park. Not literally on a horse ride but on a carriage. This has to be with a beloved one. I am specific about it.
- Be able to play and sing a full song “beautifully” to a small crowd. I could sing and play with the guitar anything anyhow, but the point is that it has to sound nice
- Find a job that I feel comfortable in, that can sustain me and that allows me to get some present or another on particular occasions.
- Have a family of my own.
- Get married. In my particular case this is a rather symbolic. Having had a disfunctional family and having felt a bit out of the picture all of my life, I have always dreamt about a day when I can splash out and be all about myself. Being an only child is not as fun as it seems if you dont have anyone to spoil you.
- Revisit all of those feelings and get over them.
- Live and work in another continent.
- Make up my mind about the different religions in the world
- Relearning French and learning a bit of Dutch.
- Get a tattoo
- Live next to the sea and never underestimate it!
- Have a marvellous cat! and maybe a dog! I’ve been hoping to do this for years now!
- Have a unique house, designed with my help and built with my supervision.
- Live in a house with very high ceilings and big big windows! And have a super elegant room only for myself to chill.
- Also, I’ve always dreamt of having a walk in wardrobe!
- Have bilingual (at least) children.
- Ride my bike to work.
- I do never want to forget what it feels like to be young, and what it felt like to be on Erasmus.
- I want to learn how to cook properly
- I want to be happy
It feels good to think of the future
Categories: Girlie · Past life · be true to yourself · loving · opinion
Believes come and go, or should I say, go.
From stating my anarchic (and afterwards communist) view on the world by spontaneous theatrical performances to rereading Marx there’s only been five years and a lot of thinking in between.
I must have thought that it was as easy to avoid as it was to challenge any member of my family, but apparently the need to “go against” wears out. Being an anarchist felt like an appropiate way out of every rule surrounding me, but at the same time it felt morally right but physically wrong. And so it does now.It was fun, we were not compromising anyone’s freedom and it felt like the right thing to do. BUT, the day S came and everything started changing.
Life as a happy teenager from a rebellious secondary school was all games and individual thinking, till one day one member of my family provided the key to the next stage of my life: Shoes. As superfluous as it is, I thought of myself, my future and for how long one could play to be part of a movement impossible in principle.
I was suspiciously taken to a “S” shop, thing that I would have died to hide from any person slightly related to me in any way, which now is rather funny. My brown mountain boots and green laces besmirched the posh lady’s floor. I also was wearing white sport-like socks, and was unable to understand at the moment how, or, why anyone would wear something with no socks…
Today this development/incident came into my mind as I heard myself mumbling in the solitude of the lift: Now I’m a respectable member of society. And that scared me terribly! Funnily enough my theory that there is someone out there listening to conversations in lifts was finally proved! Hours after remembering this embarrassing moment of my life I was given The Communist Manifesto and was told to discuss it with the class.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Categories: Past life
Tagged: Biography, Karl Marx, teenage life
