Hi Loves,
It is Lovely herself.
Today is May 1, and I wanted to share some thoughts that I have been recently discovered about myself.
Language is a funny thing when you think about it. I asked myself why it is so hard for me to write the simplest thing, the most mundane thing in my native tongue, when I’m supposed to know it better, feel it better, and think in that tongue more eloquently. But I was taking it out of context. Lately, I’m submerged in a world of books and text designed for the English language even though I speak it poorly, and I can hardly pronounce a word correctly. My words have much more meaning and feeling when I use this form of expression. I was never good with words anyway, so this is a discovery that I’m going to explore and exploit if you don’t mind.
After doing this little presentation, I’m going to talk about what competes us: weirdness is inherent in my being. And sometimes I wish I could have a brain more serene, without these trembles and constant inquisitions of what the Self is made of. I think everything would be easier, simpler, pinker for the people who care about me as a Self and for me. But that kind of thing doesn’t occur automagically like Hollywood makes us believe. I’m weird, and weirdness is inherent in my Self. The Self that keeps asking myself why should I do what everyone does. Why should I keep the same speed and the same style of melody everyone is trying to replicate? This is the fundamental question of my Self since I have no memory at all. And there is always one answer to that question that keeps coming back from time to time: happiness. Well, let me tell you that I rather stay true to myself than get that kind of happiness. I won’t sell my soul, not today. As someone would say, I won’t choose the half-empty glass nor the half-full one; technically speaking, the glass is always full.
Always think positive and stay awesome.
XoXo, Lovely
