I saw some flashes of words, after I wrote my last story.
‘Tesla’ and ‘Entrepreneur’, were those words.
We all know what he did.
However it is not going to be a love story as such, not an extension of what I started in my previous story.
What I believe suits me as a lover, how I finished my last story.
‘Where hesitation, doubt and pain, lead to a connection of love’.
This story is about something else.
I don’t know if I should tell you already, or I should let you find out for yourself.
Perhaps a little hint would be appropriate, or something I let unfold by itself.
I don’t think there is really a choice.
All comes down to the same.
Just another story of love in my cabinet of findings.
What I feel and believe, think is there.
At least something I feel writing a story about.
The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
This is a story close to my heart, perhaps another piece to where I can find my next lover.
So, let me start writing it.
Nikola Tesla, a man we started getting to know, not that long ago.
By his intelligence and the things he did.
What he found and what he was working on.
Way before his time.
An accomplishment of his.
Entrepreneurial in its essence.
Something great about him.
I mean, he was ahead of his time.
The sadness I feel when writing about him, means something else to me.
I believe it is something we can all agree on.
Which is sad to know about him.
He was never able to let people believe in his findings.
He was living in a hotel room and couldn’t actually afford.
He had loans, but never able to pay off.
Apart from his living situation, where he couldn’t really bring forward what he was working on.
Make people believe in him, so to say.
The saddest thing is he didn’t really get any accomplishments or breakthroughs providing him those credits.
Where he would be able to live according his standard, worthy of himself.
He died a lonely death.
Sad, I think that is.
From all those things I mentioned before.
What is to be learned about this?
I don’t really know, or can’t really say.
Just there was a downside to his life.
Although highly intelligent, something was lacking.
Perhaps the lesson to be learned is to know everything comes with a price.
The more I think about it, the more I start to realize.
For myself.
I mean, I understand there is more to a story than just the positive.
What I like to learn from his story is, it shouldn’t have to be the way Nikola Tesla perceived life.
Although his intelligence was out of the ordinary.
Perhaps he couldn’t be put in a box, where he lived outside of the common.
A system he couldn’t live in, a reason why he lived a life in solitude.
Celibitair even.
It could all possibly be.
The fact remains he was ahead of his time.
That gives somehow solitude to his story.
Perhaps even a reason why.
However it is still sad in my eyes.
At least reading it from a point of love.
So, to make this story contemporary and give him a form of respect.
In memory of Nikola Tesla.
I believe for those geniuses out there.
The highly intelligent, sensitives and spiritual ones.
Just a few examples I am naming.
You can fill in for yourself if this is something you feel called to.
At least those are not easily put in the box of the ordinary, something I consider myself.
I believe this lack we can fill is what our predecessors lived and where we can build further on.
In the meaning when it comes to intelligence, sensitivity, perhaps even time and energy.
To learn those lessons, accomplishing what these predecessors couldn’t or didn’t do.
For no specific reason.
Which makes this story complete for myself.
Or at least the struggle I am finding with making my stories known.
My stories can have a lonely death where people find my legacy, words I ever wrote, long after I have died.
However, this is the choice I am making, right here, at this moment.
Trusting my senses and continuing on what I believe.
A system of my own, where I adjust the standards of my surroundings.
Taking control over my future and arrange the circumstances to make my work a success.
Not one after my death, but one where I am able to live.
To enjoy it myself, also.
Or in the first place.
However, that remains a question, until I get to that point.
I will tell you, once I am there.
In the meantime, I hope you will read my stories instead.