There is nothing more beautiful in life than to feel the infinity of the moment in time. You just there. Nowhere else. Just now and here. And everything else melts away into the abyss.

We are constantly in motion – that sometimes we outrun the infinity; we do not enable ourselves to wallow in it, as we should.

The world is so big and we are so small – so one lifetime will never be enough to see it all, to climb all the mountains, to dip the feet in all the lakes and underground rivers. I like to believe; perhaps, I choose to believe, we indeed do live multiple lives in order to experience the world from so many different angles. Yet, I feel no matter how grand and beautiful world is, it does not mean a thing if we want to outrun time instead of taking it as our dance partner.

What makes the world beautiful is the people we meet on our way, and the emotions they bring on in us along the way. It is quite peculiar how strangers turn friends and friends turn strangers? And why oh why we meet particular people in particular times in our lives that not only change us, no they understand us, they see us for us. No matter how brief those encounters are, no matter if we dipped our hands into eternity for only just a minute, we simply know we can defeat all odds. All we need is that belief.

Have you ever felt like you want to play Russian roulette with life? Have you ever dared to play it? Or perhaps it did not feel as playing as you were sure of the outcome, it couldn’t go any other way, it was simply impossible?

I know so many people who played and won. Did crazy things for the name of love without any doubt, or hesitation. I envy that. These days I have the itching feeling in my stomach that I want to dive deep and see if I can be dragged out or swim to shore. Yet, I am scared as I should be. Perhaps, I am not ready, just not yet or just simply can’t take the first step forward and to madness.

To be brave for me. It is such a task. I have been talking with a friend not long ago, and in some many conversations, I had with people I crossed passed, happened to be close, they are were looking for the warmth of another hand. Of the hand who would hold them no matter what. As I told my friend, I think this all starts from oneself – if you don’t madly fall in love with yourself you can’t hold any hand unconditionally, and when you love yourself you do not search for that hand you allow yourself to encounter it in order to go hand in hand many miles that yet to come, trough the rain and through the hottest day of the year, no matter how sticky and uncomfortable it gets. Nothing should be a sacrifice, yet everything could be compromised.

I am for once trying to slow my pace and outrun time, it is not worth it. I want to savour it as a bear savours the fresh honey. I want to dip my hands in time and leave stains on the people around me. There is no destination ahead of any of us, no matter how we like to believe there is – there is just nothingness that will greet us one day equally, whatever that nothingness may be. There is just now. Like fireflies I have seen for a first time blinking, disappearing and reappearing in the darkness, silently claiming there is no forever or tomorrow just now.

We carry aftertaste of the past as we ate it, sometimes forgetting to saviour it, sometimes too slow and sometimes knowing that nothing will taste better in this lifetime or another.

And as the sun sets, in these white fluffy clouds that feels more as they are hanging from the sky held by invisible strings rather when flowing freely all I want to say is what I love you. It is as simple as that. And means nothing and everything all together. And it is my truth. And it is okay. And it will still be true tomorrow and the day after. As love never goes away – it changes or witters – but always stays.

I love you

Tomorrow as Today

The Fairy Of The North