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Vivre Sa Vie

Did I make an oath underneath that moonlight? The moon seemed to be a recurring theme for that night. Once when I was on the roof and I delighted in its super glory and again on the side of the beach. The moon was playing peek-a-boo with me all night, shrouded in the clouds. I’m glad that we were able to stop and appreciate the beauty of nature after a night of wordly affairs.

That night as I gripped a beer bottle, I had to wonder what I’m really about. What does it mean to live one’s life truly? I think I was beginning to understand it more.

That night I felt free, I was up for anything. It was a time of exploration for me in the old colonial city. Something that I’m all about. Maybe that’s what it means for me. I wouldn’t mind trying new experiences and loosening up just a little. I usually feel like the odd one out in these situations but I feel I may really be coming into my own.

Do I have more of a grasp of what I’m really about or is this just the effects of some alcohol and some fleeting excitement? This I wonder. Either way it feels good to have any sort of clarity… Vivre sa vie… my life to live.

Love’s Mystique

The idea of love has long been elusive to me. At one point I even wondered if anyone loved me at all. I thought I had to go out of my way to find love.

Still, fast forward today and I’m still naive to what love is. I can say without question that I love my friends and family but to what extent does my love go? Could they ever do something to make me not love them anymore?

When does “love” cross over into something sacrificial? When you give up how you feel, and what you want for the betterment of others? Or is all real love sacrificial? As you can see this is something I’m still in the process of figuring out. Is it important to feel loved at all times to feel happy? Or can someone feel happy just being alone? I value alone time but I can’t be alone for too long before I start to feel like something is missing.

I’d like to experience a true love for once. For a long time I’ve fantasized about finding someone that is truly meant for me, who likes me for my quirks and enjoys spending time with me. That person hasn’t come around still but until then I wonder if there is a way I can “maximize” love. This may sound strange but I’ve heard many people say this is the key to happiness. If I can find it within myself to be a more loving person, maybe I will be more receptive to love and won’t feel like there’s a hole in my heart all the time. Just some thoughts.

This has been a very personal post from the writer at Artistic Apathy, signing off.

You Are

I laugh nervously

You charm with your iridescent personality

We play our music loud

We dance till we tire out

You’re spontaneous. You’re no more predictable than life itself.

Not even my sunglasses can block out the brightness of your smile

Your beauty is unmatched by anything I’ve seen in nature. You’re more beautiful than a breathtaking vista, a picturesque mountainscape. A bed of flowers lying in a valley.

You know just what to say to make me laugh. On the darkest of days you’re the ray of sun that pierces through the rainy clouds

My calm in the storm

We are inseparable but also very different

I could spend a lifetime and still not understand the inner workings of that head of yours

It’s a project I’m faithfully committed to, figuring out what makes you tick day by day

I’m glad that you chose me for this long journey we call life

You are…

Piece of Me

I came up with another interesting metaphor the other day. What if your heart was divided into fragments and each person you loved carried a piece of it?

So, you don’t give your heart to a single person but multiple people, those you love, each get a piece of you. This also made me wonder, if there are only so many pieces, than there are only a limited amount of people you can truly love. Take family for example, your family might each have a piece of you but I believe that others carry a bigger piece of your love in them than others. You might secretly prefer one brother/sister over an another. I believe this makes sense because when your heart is broken, it’s not that your whole heart is broken but that a piece you gave someone has been broken. It can always be repaired. I think then we must be careful who we give a piece to because there are only so many. Someone might break a piece you give them and then you will wander for long looking for someone to mend it. You might want to save a piece for yourself too.

This has been the writer at Artistic Apathy, thank you for reading.

The Soundtrack to Your Life

You ever watch a movie and think “wow this soundtrack goes perfect with this film,” something along those lines?

What if you had a soundtrack of your own that played randomly at certain moments of your life? Would it make your life better? Would those feelings be more intense?

Can you honestly say you have a soundtrack of your own?

What do you listen to when you’re sad? Happy? Depressed?

If I asked you right now to compile a playlist of songs that reflect the most vital moments in your history here on Earth, could you do it?

Do you know what song you would like to play at your funeral? Do you want people to be sad or happy?

I think the right song in the right moment can change everything. It can make that evening out something magical, that walk in the park all the more special.

Try making a playlist of your own. Pick the best songs you think best represent you. Write the soundtrack to your life and seize every opportunity!

Best wishes, everybody — the writer at Artistic Apathy