underestimating how upset rewatching ‘Amen.’ will make me, check.
(I can’t stress enough how important I think those movies are though)
too entranced in my own little drama, I ignore the best I can the rest of the world- the rest of the news
I stay as far away as I geographically am-
I mean, why does it matter that much, the muppet show that is politics lately in France?
but then it takes one night, and one thought too much to turn on some kind of news that aren’t really news but it’s better than nothing and…
like every time, it’s a free fall from a ten stories building, and I want to be sorry, and I’m saying out loud ‘but I didn’t know, I just didn’t know’
how is it that we still feel like we belong somewhere even after a couple of year not actively being there?
because there’s so many things happening right now, in the world, and too often I forget to pay attention because my own little drama here in California seems like it’s so much already when really… it’s nothing
instead of knowing and learning and living a little in it everyday, I wait and wait and wait and when I cannot ignore anymore, it all pours out of the TV
et j’ai tellement, tellement les boules
It’s late again and it’s social media again
And I don’t know if I should cry of relief or cry of sadness-
for what used to be (and let’s be honest, if it is not, it probably wasn’t working)
or for what still is
it’s such a sad relief- not to be a part of it anymore
but still it’s sad. How old do we have to get to get over things efficiently and promptly?
At night I often find myself tired.
My erratic sleeping patterns could be easily explained by my fear of bugs (really, those cockroaches are insane California) crawling on my walls or maybe the ‘explorer’ feature on instagram.
At night I am at the end of my rope and I lose hope, for a brief second- I build a whole world with ‘what-ifs’ and none of them include any good outcome to my current waiting state- not being able to work is a slowly way to kill everything within yourself.
At night I find myself impatient- for what’s supposed to come, for what hasn’t yet.
For the last few weeks I’ve had this sentence stuck in my head- ‘stop comparing your beginning to someone else’s middle’
I try really hard to remember this when I step next to any of those people but it’s hard- especially at night.
Good thing I do get up in the morning feeling a little fuller than I did a few hours prior with thoughts like ‘you’ll hustle and this will be your year’ (curious how every year is supposed to be your year until it is, uh?).
Good thing I do wake up.
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A while ago, as an ‘acting exercise’, I had to answer the question ‘What does success feel like? What does success look like?’
On the day it was due I stayed home, sick, so afraid of not having the right answers.
But I had ready to be printed out two pictures- one of two persons in love even though they seemed to not know it, both wearing immaculate white, smiling and oblivious. They both look down to something or someone and are caught mid expression without loosing any of their beauty.
Another one is one of the person of that first photograph with child- I can’t begin to describe how much this picture moves me. (thank God for strangers on the internet posting pictures of their happiness)
The last one was of a hug between me and a make-believe ten years old version of myself, as the subtitle read ‘take care of yourself’. As a promise to this young child who’d grow up to be me.
I wish I was in a place with myself where I could share and show proudly those pictures. I am not, but I am confident I will be eventually.
Of the few hidden files on my computer those are the ones I am attached to the most and yet the ones I fear the most- for they could be discovered or stay as what they are- files in a hidden folder.
(insight from the whatsuccesslooks/feelslike folder)
sometimes I worry I’m just too late- missed my chance kind of thing
although there might not have been a chance to have in the first place- it just feels that way
(and I’m still looking for a translation for ‘rater sa vie' (I found 'failing at life' but it lacks the sense of actively letting things pass us), thus being a very French concept it is still a very present irrational fear- maybe other feel it too)