Meaningful Collision

It’s in the way you carry yourself. It’s in the way you let your guard down, that makes you someone I should pay attention to.

Being fake, with zombie like reactions, is what’s popular these days and what terribly bores me.

Yes, letting your guard down, letting your mind roam freely without the fear of seeming foolish or too vulnerable – that is what manhood and womanhood translate to me. That is what captures my attention and makes my heart beat faster.

I’m at that age where nonsense or mundane topics that don’t lead to something meaningful, or that won’t fill me with emotion, inevitably make me yawn. I need flesh on words, not empty bones, or a never-ending list of the to-do things that happened to you. For that, anyone can use a journal, or a recorder.

Engage and let me pour my soul out for something I’m ready to give, in an instant, with my full focus and care. I know what I’m capable of – or at least I have a broad idea – so that is why, I am fully aware and prepared to stand by your side.

I guess, it’s the stubbornness and the limits that each individual sets for themselves, that become, inevitably, their ball and chain.

But to look beyond them, or even dare break the chain, one needs guts and loads of courage. If they prevail, they become limitless and a force to be feared. Why?

Because the full control of life is gained.

”Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”