I was thinking recently how, we all had that moment as a kid. Deep in tears staring at ourselves. In the midst of such sadness we fake a smile, a fourth wall breaking realisation to the story that is our lives. This pattern continues to happen to me and I oddly find my life entertaining. Entertaining in the sense that if it was a movie, I’m glued to my seats and desperate to know what happens next. From reading this beautiful text, I find that, “why stick to watching the movie(that is my life), “why not write it!”
another lovely piece ♡ I never thought about it this way, and would love to know how you'd describe your own mythology.
thinking about it, I see my mythology around being always in between, in transition, the one moving around, scattered, here and there - belonging half way. thank you for sparking this reflection and awareness, dear ♡
I was thinking recently how, we all had that moment as a kid. Deep in tears staring at ourselves. In the midst of such sadness we fake a smile, a fourth wall breaking realisation to the story that is our lives. This pattern continues to happen to me and I oddly find my life entertaining. Entertaining in the sense that if it was a movie, I’m glued to my seats and desperate to know what happens next. From reading this beautiful text, I find that, “why stick to watching the movie(that is my life), “why not write it!”
What a beautiful and rich reflection - thank you for reading and sharing a glimmer into your experience already! 🤗
i feel like my work is very adjacent to this. thanks for sharing ♥️
another lovely piece ♡ I never thought about it this way, and would love to know how you'd describe your own mythology.
thinking about it, I see my mythology around being always in between, in transition, the one moving around, scattered, here and there - belonging half way. thank you for sparking this reflection and awareness, dear ♡
You're a delight, and your writing and your mind always expand my own. xxx
Thank you, dear Lysette! Likewise 🤍