The World Is the Answer to that Very Wrecking Kind-Of BreakUp.

                                          

(Trust me, its okay to try that black lipstick at your favorite department store.

 And 6 more paragraphs of seizing adventures. cheers ;) . )

        It's a standstill at the airport, fatigue is present but the caffeine in the air is intimidatingly evident. A squeal from a woman that was clearly a mixed type, with the hint of asian and a little caucasian. She seems to be in her forties and was running away from a man, with a smile on her face. She was playing tag with her white lover. A scene so sweet I became obliged to be jealous at this wonderful couple who played like kids, and damn they played with passion. 

       And at that exact moment, I knew that the world has opened up for her. And believe me, it will also open up for you. When you let it. When you work hard in finding it. And the world is the answer to that break-up. 

       It's definitely gonna give something back to you, when you just let it, and it's gonna be a hundred times better. 

       Tough love. Soft voices. Hushed tones. Sugary drinks and I'm fucking inlove with literature. It submerges the soul into icy waters and dries your body in the warmth of the desert sun. You become a part of a thousand experiences and allowing that hard-headed, grit-loving masterpiece that you are make adventures on your own. This was a direct effect of an airport to me.

      Yes, the world is the answer to your break-up. Aren't a few hikes therapeutic to a wounded soul? Aren't travels in foreign lands a reliable source for meeting people entirely unlike you, yet you still find them amazing?  Are the greeneries, the purples of the sky, the hundred varying tones of the complexions of the people you meet not an evidence that the world is still largely unexplored by your own beautiful eyes?

      I wonder how it feels to see or live from airport to airport. I definitely need to get going towards something so liberating as that. Traveling with no reservations. Find the best things, the funny ones, and the see the bad ones. All in a backpack, some money to help  you last, good camera skills. To work and to live. To love and to hold, with a fit and a sound body and mind. It's a hella good plan, don't you think?


(diary entry dated: 04-23-2015)