A Mid Summer Journey

Wake up in the morning ,put your head out the window, smile at nature and let the sun kiss your morning glow. Walk bare feet, twirl around the room singing out loud to your favourite Ed Sheeran song. Imagine it is the best part of me featuring Yebba. Communion with wonder…

Yes, you are right, lover girl woke up today pondering on how to have a great love right from her room with no actual lover to boast of, making up imaginations of the reality she wishes to create while she is all in her feelings. I am lover girl, lover girl is me.

Do you know what I like? My ability to catch feelings! I don’t just mean with people but with things too. The passion that little things elicit from me just because they are my fancy. It makes me wonder, do we actually like things because they are likeable or do we impose likeability on them?

I mean what if the natural disposition we have to a thing or person is because we told ourselves we should- maybe not actively, passively in how we draw imaginations of their existence, with people, how we color our views of them to match up with what we seek on the inside…

It is often told that we do not perceive things as they are but rather as we are. I have noticed that people act as though they are without bias to maintain the façade of goodness and equanimity even myself, but this is not true because the concept of unconscious or subconscious bias.

It is not that we want to judge rather that we cannot help but judge; we can restrain ourselves from judgment if we simply learn to observe rather than evaluate. Trust me, I also do not have a hang of this. I am a person who is predisposed to proactiveness. While the perks of being proactive are that one is never much perturbed because there is already a contingency plan, the snag is that one often does not know how to live in the moment and enjoy the now. Truly, now is all we have. Every day is now and now is now even if now is a phase that spans more than 24 hours.

We often disdain the mundane because we always want to wait for that big moment where everything will change to the picture perfection we have conceived in our imagination but we forget that the little moments also add up. We do not know the exact moment we transform because it is a summation of all the intentions leading us to transformation… but it is as simple as precept upon precept, compounding decisions of fortitude and forbearance.

I think there is a joy to be acquired in acknowledging the now and being grateful for where it finds us. This does not mean that we lose sight of the destination but rather that we are present on the road map, taking in the scenery and adapting to the route. I believe that if we can thrive joyfully in the now, we are in a better frame of mind to crave beautiful dreams for tomorrow.

Pardon me, I forgot this was supposed to be a post about love, rizz, summer, and sunshine! so let’s leave all the philosophizing for another day shall we?

I imagine that I’d take a road trip as in movies with the windows down and the summer breeze blowing my multi-coloured scarf almost over my eyes, don’t worry, I won’t be the one driving, I’d lay on the beach, sipping a margarita, a novel in hand, glasses raised high on my head, in bikini and kaftan, laughing out loud for no reason and just starring at waves crashing and colliding, I’d find myself on cobblestones dining outdoors somewhere in Italy eating pasta and being called “Bellissima.”

What, a girl can dream! I am in love with the idea and in the words of my newly found companion “the idea is catching me.” I want to have lazy days were all I am thinking about is fun and more fun, I don’t even have to leave my bed for all these to happen, my mind is a galaxy of artistry. aha ah.

This almost looks like I am about to sing praises… but I will quit, this post is about expending pleasantness just because, learning to live as though without care, observing without the urge to evaluate at once, it is about gratitude for here and now, whether winter or summer, it is about the ability to cultivate happiness and watch it blossom like with the sweet words of a lover echoing in time through memories.

This is a reminder to live, love, laugh!

You get to make your own fairytale.

xoxo,

Dcconnoisseur.