Diálogo Mental 1

[El resto de una conversación en mi cabeza]

Yo: No te lo puedo explicar.
Tú: Todo se puede explicar...
Yo: ¿Tú cree?
Tú: Sip, solo hace falta un corazón que vibre a tu frecuencia.
Yo: ¿Y cómo se consigue eso?
Tú: Con el amor.
Yo: ¿Y el amor verdaderamente existe?
Tú: Claro.
Yo: ¿Cómo se siente? ¿Dónde se consigue?
Tú: No es cuestión de buscarlo; el amor te encuentra a tí.
Te llega.
En arrebatos de pasión, en lluvias de estrellas fugaces.
En miradas intensas y perdidas al otro lado de la habitación. En murmullos que se mimetizan con los sonidos de fondo.
En caricias timidas, en sonrisas cálidas.
En palabras que parecen no existir; en ideas que sólo tú entiendes su significado.
En la música de tu cabeza, en la ropa de tu cama, en el cuerpo que acompaña el tuyo.
En la risa que resuena en tu memoria y alegra tu día.
En el resplandor del sol.
En una botella al fondo del mar.
En tu corazón.
El amor existe y se encuentra en todos los lados.

Yo: ¿Vale la pena?
Tú: Más que nada en este mundo.
Yo: Más que nada en este mundo...

*Agradecimientos especiales a Oliver Ortega por inspirar este post e iniciar la ida en una.

[La otra parte:
Se siente como un huracán, como el éxito. Se siente como haber encontrado un tesoro. Se siente como una ola de calor y un cubetazo de agua fría. Como un derrumbe, como la unica luz dentro de tí. Como una verdad absoluta e indiscutible. Se siente como una furia. Se siente como tú decidas sentirlo. Se siente como dejarse llevar de la brisa sin tener un destino predeterminado.]

Tiziana A. B*

Hormones

Warning: Foul Language, Grumpiness, Mentions of PMS, Cursing and Rambling.

Oh hormones, how deeply I loathe you. Argh! You really know how to make me tick you motherfuckers. And it's always, always, aaaaaalways the same damn thing with you. Every month. And no, I do NOT have my period, but I think it's even worse those days or weeks prior to your period.

You dream of killing someone (figuratively of course) like your upstairs neighbour (again, a hypothetical example) for whichever reason. For me, the worst part is that it isn't even a 'regular' 28 day cycle, so you come to bother me randomly.

You make me cry while watching a movie, or reading a book, or just cause I didn't make it in time for that slice of Chocolate Cake or Ice Cream.

YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!

Why oh, why do we have to go through this same thing every month?

Hormones and the rest of the baby-making female plumbing/chemical reactors/internal lab should come in a friggin' box, to be used only when you ACTUALLY want a Rugrat (or kids) and please, OH fucking PLEASE, let's not even go there.

Once again, Hormones:

Gah!

Love (not this fucking time around, or maybe EVEN this time around) Always,
Tixah.

**Ooh... By the way I would like to thank Google for the images and the original author for each one of them. So thank you anonymous, giving, people and for your inspiring images. I do not own them, and I ain't making any profit off them either.

What would you do?

This quote has inspired me; my mind, to go beyond my own limitations. Beyond any existent boundaries and just think, and dream of all those things I COULD do.

This is a great and interesting question, one that makes you think, and dream, and wish. One that makes you wish to be all those things that you never had the courage to do, or try, for whichever reason, and thus it is responsible for this post.

What are those things you always longed for but never tried? Because you weren't good enough, because you thought you would fail, because you were embarrased, because you didn't know how, because your parents didn't approve (wouldn't like, or let you). Because you were afraid of what people would think, or because of whatever stupid reason you could think of and make up?

I want you to think about this, and I want you to be honest with yourself, and tell me, if there was ever a good enough reason to not do those things.

What would I do if I knew I could not fail?

I would be a KICKASS Dancer-Rockstar-Fashion Icon-Best Seller Author-Café/Publishing Agency/Dog Shelter (Benefactor)/ Lottery Stand OWNER-Bakery & Restaurant Business Partner-Multilingual Entrepeneur/Empowered Businesswoman-Event Planner-Marine Biologist-Clothes/PostCard/Miniature Maker AND Designer-Photographer-Tennis Player-Swimmer-Fashion Stylist-Communication Expert and Publicist-Guitar/Violin and Keyboard Player-Hair and Make up Model.

I may be missing one or two things, and I may have tried to do some of the aforementioned, but if it was up to me, I'd do them all and excell at each and every single one of them. Because I am JUST that good.

I feel compelled to ask you once more: What would -YOU- attempt to do, if you knew you could not fail?

Life

The first things you learn in life is that it's never fair. You see it everywhere, "why does that kid have nothing and I have everything? Why is he so happy when I'm unhappy?" And I'm not talking about envy. I'm just saying you notice these things, when you're growing up. Those of us that come from a broken or incomplete family see it more often than most. You need to actually fight tooth and nail to be happy and even then you might not accomplish it.

Parents like to shelter you from the wrongness of the world, but that's just doing us a disservice. How can you expect to protect your children from reality?? They're gonna find out anyway, sooner than you'd like. I learned at the staggeringly young age of 4 that I was no longer innocent and naive. Makes you wonder what I saw or heard that actually made me open my eyes like a new born.

Life

What a complicated thing it is. If one could call it that. An existence where the outcome is unknowable, where your decisions are measured and weighed to impact your life negatively or positively. Makes you wonder what the right and wrong choices are.

I've learned so far that there aren't any. This is no right choice or wrong. It's as simple as a choice, a decision. Your decision and your choice. Life may not be fair, but it's still yours to do with it as you see fit.

Tooth and nail, remember. Tooth and nail...

Poch