Although I’m a firm believer that inspiration and beauty can be found anywhere if you look deep enough , I find myself stuck in Limbo , being torn between running off to find myself through my art or staying grounded , focused and logical. Finding my inspiration right now is like looking through a foggy glass window. At this point I don’t know what will do me more good than harm and taking my time to explore my options isn’t an option in itself . Sometimes I wish I could still time , slow things down , take my time to grasp what’s going on and make the right decision but the clock watch never slows. Fast pace , fast action and everything flies by before we have time to realize it’s not forever.
Deadlines , deadlines , decisions , decisions.
What is one to do to find the answer ? To dive into the fantastical ? Or to stay grounded to reality ?
Things happen , they fall into place just as they fall apart and our only concrete implication in these ‘things’ are our feelings which are either the cause or caused by these things that happen.
Feelings , they’re just flusters that shouldn’t be chained down to our hearts and souls but rather enjoyed and set free. Feelings are like scents , we breathe them in in a whim as they pass by , enjoy them , crave for more then eventually move past them. Don’t run after that scene because you’ll lose yourself along the way and miss out on all the beauty of the path you ran blindly. Don’t wait for it to pass by again because the winds have blown it away and it won’t be coming back. Just like perfumes , feelings eventually evaporate into the soul of the world and in that sense , they’re never truly gone , they just become part of the air we breathe in , no matter where in the world we’re standing . So we’ve always got to keep moving. That very thought of the eternity of our feelings , of forever , is what ironically helps us move on because we feel we’re never truly letting go .
We’ve got to just enjoy the moment , keep walking , make sure we’re breathing in every ounce of what the world offers and thrive off the feeling of not knowing what’s gonna happen because it’s our driving force . It’s hope. And in a way it’s that very letting go that makes us the most in control of our lives because we’re letting life take it’s natural course , we’re going back to the start , to the child-like innocence we started out with discovering the world , taking in what it throws and letting it go when it pulls away.
Breathe , keep walking and let go.
Yes , finally my first post . Seems so weird that it’s only now that I’m setting up a blog ,after all I do spent most of my time blog surfing my way through only the creme of the creme of blogs . It just somehow felt like 3 years of passionate fashion blog surfing I have earned the right to enter this world myself . And let me just say that that is merely the first indicator that the blogging world is a rough rough one …if you wanna make it that is. I have - I can’t say wasted - spent my entire Friday setting up my blog and little did I know that coming up with a name , choosing a theme and deciding what you’re first post is gonna be needed that much thought into it. I guess that’s what’s it’s like with all entertainment platforms , you’d figure they were easy in the making because they’re so easy and fun to look at/read. I guess that’s where it gets tricky ,putting effort into capturing an audience’s attention in their free time with something concise ,light all the while meaningful . I’m looking forward to this , taking twitter a step forward in a way and finally voicing out my fashion/life thoughts and the meticulousness of the process makes it all the more exciting , making me feel like the thought I’ll be putting into my posts will be well worthy.
So yes , after much deliberation , I came to the simple conclusion that my first post should be spontaneous. It should be me . I think this gives a pretty good first impression of who/what I am : a perfectionist , a fashion junkie and free soul - or so I’d like to believe/tell myself- with a tendency to use blabber on.
A la prochaine