Después de la tormenta…

It’s been a while since I sat down to actually write something. And somehow I feel creative and inspired right now, so I might as well start because I don’t get to feel this way often enough. What a shame.
Oh, and I apologize for my grammar. I know, I know. But hey, I’m getting there. 
Anyway, it’s been a hard month. A tough year. With ups and downs, just like a roller coaster. I guess that’s how life works. Ironically, I have a serious and quite strange love for roller coasters, so I shouldn’t complain…  
But today, at this very moment, I feel happy. I feel blessed. I feel capable of achieving anything that I dream of. ANYTHING. 
I want to run my own café, I want to travel the world, I want to read every single book on my list and to add many more; I want to hug the whole world, I want to sing, to dance, to go out and just wander around the streets thinking about how amazing life is. Thank you, life. Thank you, whoever you are. God, the Universe, I don’t know; there’s something greater out there, or maybe everyone is their own God. We attract all the things we want, we transform that energy, we create it. Or maybe we don’t, but it’s nice to think that we can choose. 
I feel in love. But I’m not talking precisely about a person, you can be in love with many things. I feel the endorphins, I feel the butterflies, I think it’s the excitement of not knowing what the heck is going to happen with me tomorrow, but not caring about it. I love it.
“Now” doesn’t last forever, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 
All that I can think of now is: FUCK IT. THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING. 
DO WHAT YOU FUCKING LOVE. LOVE WHO THE FUCK YOU WANT. 
DO WHATEVER THAT YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO. DREAM.
EXCUSES ARE EASY TO MAKE; FIND A WAY. 
GO! 

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