So this is me, again here, at “home” almost ready to leave. It’s always me who’s trying to give an answer to everything that happens in my life and even I’m sad of it or very, very excited, I’m tired.I’m still on the way of confirmation; let’s say I don’t want to care about knowing everything.Sometimes we expect things that never happen or sometimes things we never expected suddenly happen.But more than looking after the miracle, I just sat and saw myself crying like Alice.It’s stupid to control everything and even worse to think miracles are just about to happen.It’s a big truth to me that no matter what I do, things are going to happen on it’s right time.Doesn’t matter if its Tuesday or Sunday, things are just happening and the most exciting of them are the real effect of a sudden expression, no-matter-what. So I was expecting a lot of Xmas things, like if I was the best person ever, like when we are thinking we are good, we are paying with every single good coin to life, in cash, we are going to get something great…Well it’s just a dream! I confess I’m a professional dreamer, I love to dream and expect, but I comprehend sometimes we need to fall and crash hard against the floor to get further and not get stuck on superficial or stupid things.I’m now convinced that the most important thing for me, is to find myself.I wanted to be in Austria, in Spain, in Japan! and suddenly a flip gave me the right view to know I don’t know where, but my heartbeat tells I should get back for a while.Since then, I’m also a fan of controlling every single little moment of my future but heck no! I don’t know, I feel I want to come back home for a while and then think seriously about the “big jump”.I know now I’m not in hurry anymore, while the pieces of this puzzle are taking its right place, I’m also taking the chance to live today, to breathe and be happy.There’s no rush because it’s also true that we cannot know the things that are going to change our ways suddenly, like those miracles I was talking about before.I was so sad last month; December was a tough month with no clue about anything.Now I even cannot say that everything is done, no, but I’m feeling better because all those people around me (and some little old things from my past that I found in old boxes), told me that it’s fine, just while your are doing what you think is correct by the moment, then the rest can be written slowly and mixed with different colours. I’m glad about this hill, I still don’t know where’s also Marcie going to end, even Love, but they told me it’s impossible to love without faith and this is what I’m lucky I didn’t lose, my faith. In many, many people and some things and myself.It could be dark, blue, gray, but I still have faith to guide me because I certainly found I felt like blind but I feel there’s a hand. Should I say Happy New Year?! Or should I say God bless you all? Or should I say this is me, this is us and there’s still a lot to say with words, with music, with silence.
Under a happy construction!
So our friends of the Happy Meal brought us these good vintage tracks, why not with a good tea with milk.?
