Elaviela

 Have you ever been in love? Like, truly, completely, wholeheartedly, to the point of pain, felt in every single speck of stardust that built you? I have always been a devoted reader. Romance novels, fantasies, history…you name it, I read it. All those incredible love stories, all those people prepared to stay, to stand by each other through it all, to work it out, to be prepared to listen and to understand, not just blame and sow anger. It made me wonder, if our minds were capable enough to describe all these emotions and behaviours in such explicit detail, how can it be so rare to find it here, in the real world? Have we truly gotten lost in the environment of relentless striving for more, where loneliness is being praised because it means no distractions for the ride that should bring you to the moon, if you win the game before others do. Have we forgotten how it feels like to be hugged by the one you love, to feel their warmth seep into you, filling you, calming you? What it fe...

 It’s funny, to me, at least, how easily we can forget everything good in our lives. How a minor inconvenience can spin us down, back towards whichever hole we fight every day to climb out of. How remarkably easy it is to see past the light, past the good, past the gratefulness and just dig into anger, sadness, guilt, pain, fear, comfort…and yet when something good does appear in our lives again, and lasts, we forget to be grateful for it.  For the reminder that everything bad is always accompanied by the good.  The reminder that everything exists in pairs, yet the shift between turning into each singularity is coloured with the way we act, believe, strive for. You can choose to see how the bad was meant for you to find the good, how everything that hurt you, grew you. And the shift that happened when the good came, happened because of you continuing to believe it will. The grey area around everything was filled with your hope, your knowing, your acting towards the other...

 Do you ever feel, somewhere deep in your soul, an ache so powerful you feel you may die? Is it when you are thinking of something? Of someone? Or is it when you are actively doing or pursuing something? Do you feel it spreading all over, clinging and digging into every cell, every tissue, is inked into your very being? Maybe it’s a thought, an idea. Anything that makes you long for more. More of life, more of you. Intuition. A calling. The universe colliding with our consciousness. Begging us to do it. To go see it, feel it, breathe it. For we were all meant for more. More humanity, more connection, more joy. More love. Meant to fill our minds with knowledge from the deepest corners of the Earth, built to respect it, nourish it. To be creatures of humanity, in its purest form. I was always afraid of writing. Of someone seeing inside my head so vividly, even if it is just for a few moments, few paragraphs. But something inside of me is encouraging me to let go. To just begin. So, t...