Maybe everything is making sense now...
Dear owls,
It is 11/ 24/24 and if I make it on time, I can publish this at 11:24, just for the cinematics.
But that's not why I'm here; that's not why I've blown off the dust from this blog and opened a new page to print it on here. I'm here because I bought a new keyboard and I wanted it test it out. I know you were probably expecting something more dramatic, drastic.
While I'm here though, I will say that a lot has happened. I've loved, lived, and learned. The one thing I haven't done yet is just "been", by definition to just "be" - as the famous saying goes, "We are human beings, not human doings." So, I've started being more. To just accept that life is what you make of it, but it's also what you let in. But if you're too busy doing, you might miss out on the being and then you'll eventually miss out on the receiving too. Wouldn't you?
They don't warn you about the silence adulthood offers. I have never adjusted to that part of adulthood. The part where nothing is really happening and people just scroll on their phones mindlessly, where people just seem so numb. Nobody tells you how quiet some days are. That was the struggle for me. I still sing when it gets too quiet, when nobody wants to duet. I can't really tell though if I'm a quiet person or the type of person that wants to chatter.
These days, I focus on the things that make sense to me. A good cup of tea, coffee, or a cold water. A nice seating space with a new pen and my favorite notebook and just music or a nice talk in the background. A warm hoodie, because it's the winter. There's nothing really exciting to plan for and that's a good thing; I've been traveling for a while and I've been moving a lot, maybe it's good to settle in and just "be"
It's a weird place to be though; everyone's either getting married, divorced or pregnant. And I'm here, "being..." I don't regret anything, and I wouldn't change anything, but I don't think I thought about that when I was younger. When I was younger, life was just life.
Now, life is a careful line you walk and there's a ticking bomb on everything.
Life is fleeting. There must be a better way to live it without feeling like we're missing out on everything.
The silence is beautiful too. A new keyboard and a reemerged blog that never dies. Isn't that beautiful too?
So, Owls, how do we ask the right questions? Too many questions make you a stalker and too little of them make you indifferent. How do you find the right answers? Or is Life, not a search engine-optimized platform?
Yours always with random thoughts,
Me.
