Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.
“That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.” — Paulo Coelho
Allow me to introduce you to the amazing work of Tomoe Murakami. The 32-year-old Japanese artists photography is full of intrigue and mystery, revealing just enough to get our imaginations going. I guess the thing with Murakami’s work is what we don’t get to see.
“I have a strong desire to see; I always want to see more than what is visible and yet I know I can’t see the invisible. But I believe there is such a thing as the invisible because the word exists. So, I continue to search for it. My work leads me to somewhere I don’t know, which in turn makes me go there physically and mentally”. ~ Tomoe Murakami
My wise and amazing father always says that life is like a theatre and that we must invite our audience with care. Not everyone is deserving of a front row seat in our lives. How beautiful those words ring to my ear. He also always reminds me there are plays we might not want to participate in and how important it is then that we step outside that stage which luckily does not belong to us.
Today in the middle of our phone conversation he reminded me that there are some people that you may cherish and respect but need to love from a distance. You can’t imagine the feeling of ease that comes with letting go, or at least minimizing your time with negative or simply just incompatible relationships/friendships! You cannot change the people around you, but you can change people you are around. Every single one of us deserves peace and happiness and we can only achieve that by surrounding ourselves with those who are good for us. No one is bad (we hope) and some combinations work while others don’t. So choose with care who you give a front seat to and who you move to the balcony of your life.
That’s what I would like to say to my incredible friends during their time of doubt… Trust me, you were meant for amazing things. Make that move, take that tiny step forward to get where you wish to be. It’s all in your hands, you and only you can change your circumstances. Only you know what direction to take. I believe in you and I’m always here besides you. You are never alone!
This video is pure magic! The amazing voice of Patrick Watson singing “Adventures In Your Own Backyard” as the background to the fantastic footage of what can only be described as dancing on a board.
My Spotify Premium account is telling me that I might be suffering from an addiction to Lana Del Rey. Her album has been on re-play 260 times which sounds like madness but I could never tire of her beautiful sound. So yesterday while travelling on the Stockholm tube I was listening to my favourite track Blue Jeans. Somewhere between her amazing lyrics and the thought of my very own James Dean, I started typing out this story on my iphone. I’m not sure where it came from or who it’s about but it seems all my poetry and stories are about lost love and broken hearts. It seems that we grow the most during the time we experience loss. No matter how much we fear a broken heart, there is something truly beautiful about that painful state…. all our senses become alive and we feel- the love, the pain, the regrets and the hope.
“Even if I was never an option for you, you were my only one.”
She got up to walk out of the sleazy joint he had picked as their final meeting place. She swayed across the wooden floor wearing the tiniest denim shorts, a crisp white mens shirt and red sandals. Every man in that damn place had his eyes on the pretty brunette except for the one she gave a damn about. What was he thinking? What more could he possibly need? His final words echoed in her head, not each others kind? She bit her lower lip hard but failed to stop the tears that were now running down her face.
He sat there watching her walk away, wanting to stop her but knowing he was doing her a favour. His hands searched his denim pockets for cigarettes. He had never needed to inhale poison quite this much. He was wearing the round neck t-shirt from the Scandinavian brand she loved so much. She used to describe him to her friends as her very own James Dean, very much live fast, die young. He believed in nothing and no one and the last thing he would want was to turn her into his kind. The world needed that pretty smile that had lit up his dark cave. He put the cigarette out on the wooden table and considered running after her one last time. He never did.
Outside the sun was burning hotter than usual. A red 1981 Mercedes convertible was parked outside, inside a couple making out like there was no tomorrow. The usual trouble makers could be seen hanging around the place and the brunette in the denim shorts far from sight.
I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only Summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art.
Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.
I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever —
I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself — I ride. I just ride.
Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I am fucking crazy. But I am free.
- Lana Del Rey