It seems like for the past few years my life has been like a stereotypical country music song; so much of my time and money has gone to my truck and my dogs (I don’t have anything against pure country, it’s one of the most sincere forms of music) My dogs are family, so I would do anything for them, and my truck is almost 13 years old, so there’s obviously going to be issues.
When you let go, and free yourself from the burden on your shoulders, you can never expect what’s going to grow from that garden.
We’re fed with conventionalism, prejudices, some rules, culture, a judging society… and our worst enemy: ourselves.
Sometimes (not every life, not to everybody) happens to appear some element in your way, that breaks the chains of your inner animal and, maybe in that moment, you’re not able to realize. But slowly, it takes possession of you, like a warm, crawling liquid in your veins.
Suddenly, you find yourself saying things, taking decisions or positions that you would never have.
When you say or do something and immediately you think… “what was that”?
THERE. There is your intrinsic beast taking the reins. There it is, marking its territory, saying “wave goodbye and abandon. I’m here to make your life much intenser, sensorial, true and… worth living.”
[[She was scared of her own demons, and never dared to ask for help. When she found it, it was an illusion. A desperate try to release the noise in her mind. Seeing what it’s not… and it should be. The truth tore up in a million stripes, and a nightmare of ropes, fierceness and bondage, grew in her veins. But nobody knew, nobody cared.
And during a thunderstorm, there he was, a complete lone rider, solitary wolf, out of control his own fierceness, not a place to rest, not a soul.
The collision was imminent. Throbbing. Explosive. Pure dynamite. You know, the obsession grows…]]