The real pleasure of writing a blog is in the essence of being naive enough to think somebody actually cares for what you have to say. There are SOME profound moments in my kind-of-sombre life when I get washed away by specifically huge waves of inspiration. At first I feel like I can't breath. A few days later I experience the puzzling sensation of being a fish in a giant ocean of watermelons. Now the best days have come for me once again! ( I send my sincerest love to the insightful powers of the parallel universe my brain resides in!) Now is the sweet time for the manifestation of the inspiration's true core. Though I call it insightful inspiration, it always comes in different forms. And I get fascinated by that form every time.
My most favourite moment is when people inspire me. The brilliant understanding that another human being is a living, breathing ball of emotions creeps up your spine, my spine. And it sticks to my brains like a long-chewed bubble-gum sticks on the soils of your flip-flops. Lingering, twitching, glimmering - I walk down the streets with an inappropriately huge smile on my face.This time a friend of mine, a very special friend, is the source of my creative aspirations. She is a real hero for standing up against her biggest fears. And I take a very selfish pride in knowing her and seeing the change that takes her right to her future. So that's that.
In the beginning of this seems-to-be-pointless venture I spoke of naivete, partially because I love it. Mainly, dear friends, being naive is a luxury for what feels like a closed society of chosen ones. Keep reading, be naive about how wonderful life can be. Because believing it is half the way to getting there.
P.S. I still haven't forgiven you for saying to that guy he had pretty eyes, Woman!
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