A reflection of my passions. I always have something to say. thinking in english and in spanish, There is always so much going on. People do stupid things sometimes, but so do I. It's OK. The world is here for you and I; welcome to mine.
These last few months have taught me to always listen carefully to my surroundings. Not just to the things that are said, but especially the things that are not. People will manifest what they want you to extract from them. Sometimes what you discover is blissful, other times it hurts to know the truth (ego hit).
In this case, I can't stop listening. Love you Leo.
I am not a fan of people constantly trying to be too real. I understand being true to you, but then there are those who are so one-dimensional it makes me want to cry. Real life vs. fantasy; why does there have to be such a distinct separation. Why can't it mesh?
It seems to be hard for some to incorporate a mix into their lives. Speaking to someone who is completely opposed/closed to this possibility (or should I say reality) is evident. They tend to be boring and a tad pessimistic. Unable to live with a little fantasy eliminates the opportunity for a new dialogue, a new experience, a new optical to view the world. In my experience, allowing fantasies and my imagination to splatter over this tangible world gives me new stamina.
"But it’s not real Jess?"
What makes something real? Tangibility? I say you have the ability to make a lot of things real or non-existent if you really want to. Don't invalidate something because it’s in your imagination or subconscious. Rather explore it and find a way for it to become part of your expression of being.
Note: thank you to my beautiful friend and very imaginative., Leo who always gives me a beat to let loose to.
I laugh all the time. I can barely sleep and I love ecclectic and exotic objects/subjects. I read a new book as frequently as possible but "Che" remains unfinished. Chocolate is the answer to almost everything and I want to ride an elephant at some point in my life. Some call me a dreamer...Keep on dreaming homey