Weekday escapes & musings amidst the busy and what could bes. Part 1
Don’t go changing minds
You can’t go about the world trying to change opinions. That’s an uphill battle.
Instead, let them. And listen. You may pick up gems from the scraps – a lesson or at the very least, what not to be.
But also, remember that for everyone – one is the center of one’s own world. How liberating is that? Go make a ruckus, go run, embrace your own kind of sparkle, of crazy. Because while some of the time others are formulating their fleeting narratives and opinions, most times really, no one can be looking.
(written amidst a grab ride to work)
A chance to forget yourself
A passage struck me today – how creating is a way to escape and find respite amidst the things to try to forget – among all else including oneself, with its fears and regrets. A momentary bliss.
Even when it’s not yet done or accomplished, there’s progress. Marked by your scars and lessons and pages that echo your bravery, your words. Even when it’s heavy, there is space. A little pocket of time that you need not maximize, you just merely need to live and realize.
And I take solace in the fact that I’m not ever perfect, nor will I ever be, nor will anything ever be. My heavy burden lifted. No need to chase some grand ideals, then. To create is to listen, live, and catalyze. To create is to escape.
(funny how a certain passage that speaks to you can caught your heartstrings, as I find myself getting teary eyed in a cafe. That’s what art and beauty brings – magic)
Revelations from a fortune teller encounter
I got to go see a fortune teller the other day. My first. Love isn’t in my cards. Perhaps, not yet. But leaving will pave opportunities. A worthy bet. Also got a reminder. That it’s okay to feel.
I left with wonder. Empowered even. Now it’s up to me. When everything’s up for interpretation, nothing’s ever really set in stone until there is action. My own.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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