That I was insanely emotionally brave – even if 6,727 kilometers or 4, 170 miles away

This was a draft from days ago…….

I quite often now think about how I want to remember having had lived my life. When I am dead and no longer physically or emotionally here in this world to be remembered by. I want people to know that I truly took emotional “risks” though I wish they were fully acknowledged as having “had lived your own, true, pure truth” out for the world and people to see. I want that more than anything when I am dead.

To bask in the knowledge that I took the scary path of being real, vulnerable and free to share what I feel deeply without pretentiousness and or malicious or calculated intent. That I was brave and believed so strongly in being real and living truthfully and authentically from the inside out as opposed to the outside in. That I let my inner god and soul live out here also in this world and among very hurt people who are glazed over by the superficiality of it all. The outside pressures to be something we are not and wasting our lives building and living out in a way that is not authentic to our inner selves. The commonly “lucky ones” as it is labeled within our society, reach this by having a “mid life crisis” to reach this point. Where they reach a point in life when they question everything they have had done and how that measures up to their real emotions and thoughts and hopes and personal fulfillment. This happens most commonly in their mid 40’s that it should take this long of leading a life heading towards a “path” that is not consistent with their inner truth which they fight to ignore or hide because being vulnerable and facing it all seems like a daunting and unwelcome event in our world. I think that the lucky ones find a right partnership, friendships and family dynamics that support a continuous safe space for all of this. Others may never find this and must always do this alone, but actually no they don’t have to do it alone I think there is always an opportunity to be surrounded by the like minded people and the supportive messages that will support this type of approach to life. This is a mater of bravery then and belief in others, the inner trust that they are worthy of your undying loyalty and belief in them.

Then I begin my conversations with you, that you never get to hear…..So I have these thoughts of how I am “the one”, that same “one” that you have let go right now because frankly neither one of us is ready for what we both could have built together. I personally know that I need some time on my own only for me. And for you this time also means perhaps chasing other women. I do not like the sound of it, the feel of it, the idea of it, nothing really of that I like but, also I respect and truly believe that if I need my space you need yours as well.

It seems like a storm is out there. The first day of a new month. Second to last month of this year. I just had an intense thought of you. I browsed through my photos from the gift photo shoot that my roommate gifted me. I see how I was consumed with thoughts of you. How much if you had only known I don’t think your heart could not have had opened up to me. I think I really have fallen for that soul of yours which you have not yet gotten to know yourself, and my love even from such a huge distance of 6, 170 kilometers sends you nothing but positive wishes. You had asked me once what “love is” and I think through this entire journey I have been exploring what it means myself. Sometimes love is quiet, patient, tender, raw, and bare. Utterly vulnerable and humbled by the circumstance.

I felt something for you from the first moment I saw you in that kitchen in Berlin. The very moment I stepped out into the kitchen after doing make up, I knew I was in some sort of trouble because I was not emotionally equipped for a “relationship” at the time. I truly believe that I see in you, your traces of your authentic self which you do not see yourself. My confidence in this should not alarm or scare you, instead I wish for it to cover you with comfort sense of security, specialness and love. Also the confidence in knowing that you, it is YOU who has this from another person who in reality is a complete stranger to you, yet her soul has found also a familiar thread of love and comfort in you for her too. I liked to watch you when you sat by your computer and stared at your screen so obsessively focused on something that you were working on. I sensed your insecurities and I felt the tightness of your lips reflecting the rope you place around your hear to protect it. There was something in that reservness that makes me pay attention to you and feel a sense of loyalty and solidarity because I see it, acknowledge it and deeply cherish it because it is emotional gold that I can notice in the way I do.  I noticed in you what you hide and perhaps neglect yourself to notice. Silence for now.

And then life forever moves forward. Well no not forever but we move forward while appreciating the present time.

 

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For days now a possible posts have been brewing in my mind drafts of which have been patiently sitting in my blog’s storage. A life of a fruitfully thinking girl I suppose. The thoughts are endless and in a good way. Unfortunately, a bit of a delusion might have settled in as well with the coming cold which is attacking my immune system. If there is one “illness” I particularly unwelcome because it seems to me that it can definitely be avoided is anything related to catching the flu. But I am still well and grateful and will get better in no time. This is just a reminder to take better care of health. In the meantime I will blow my nose gently and drink plenty of fluids. Period.

This week my sister’s boyfriend and his twin brother have celebrated their 30th birthdays. I am particularly close with my sister’s boyfriend because well, he is like a big brother to me and over the years he has been a great friend even as our relationship has been undergoing rough patches at different times and even continents. Yes I fancy his kind and stubborn spirit quite a lot. Of course I have joked and teased him about the “you are so old now” fact but also someplace in there I dropped in a “this is such a blessing to get to this age in life.”

Age – such an obsessive notion sometimes, especially when focusing on the “numbers” as opposed to “wisdom, all of the treasured experiences accumulated in those years, the self-development” etc., as opposed to the physical and outwardly meaning of what an older age is. The sheer ability to get to such an age is a miracle and a blessing on their own. Especially in this world when at 13 years old you can be shot with 7 bullets piercing through your body for carrying a toy gun. Yes guns are evil in my opinion too and I will leave that discussion at rest here. May your Soul rest in Peace little Andy. Yet this is the world we live in and it is a frightening place. It is cold, it is heartless, it is frightened, it is rigid and utterly filled with people making deadly mistakes because in my humble observation they have not done soul searching to find themselves; and instead their are the living zombies. I pray in all forms for the humankind to embrace at some point in each person’s life to live a life which Dares Greatly embracing vulnerability and imperfections while living wholeheartedly and courageously. Thank you Dr. Brené Brown for bringing this vision forward and up for discussion to all of us.

And then I am back to the topic of age again. My aunt shared on facebook an article about a 90 year old phenomenal woman by the name of Phyllis Sues who embraces every bit of life and embodies what for me is an exemplary approach to living with a mantra of “There is no age, it’s living each moment to it’s fullest.” Because in reality life really is “in itself is a challenge and you can either, accept it and take action, or you can sit and do nothing. And I am also in the camp of not sitting and waiting for life to happen to me in some mysterious way and reveal itself in some unrealistic nature, no life always moves on (until we die) and then the events and happenings during our lifetimes vary with each stage accordingly. So when I read Sues say “My advice is there is only one winner: accept the challenge, take action and get on with your life no matter what age.” I accept her words wholeheartedly. But she doesn’t just stop there to be inspiring either.

“I started my own fashion label at 50, became a musician and learned Italian and French in my 70s, took tango and trapeze at 80 and walked into my first yoga class at 85. So, if you think you’re old, think again!” Limitations in the mind are trivial to our inner capacity, ability to enjoy life, and embrace our individuality I believe.

And Sues continues on with these emotional punch lines “I have realized, that anything is possible, if you like who you are and what you do. Yes, anything is possible and even probable….I admit, I’m driven but I’m driven by desire and that’s the formula. Desire is so powerful, like you are propelled as if from a canon. Desire to me is the driving force, but action is the result.

Self exploration in fact has always been and always will be a staple of my character. And when I read of the reflections of people like Phyllis who have lived life, yes lived life in all of it’s forms and fully embrace what life is all about – my mind and soul find comfort and hope that even in spite of the coldhardheartedness of our humanity one can still embrace themselves and graciously live an authentic life in the midst of it all.

Happy Birthday Misha and Boris and thank you Phyllis Sues.

Ageless Aging

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