The Love Journey of Lakshmi
Or at least what we ought to be.
And that can have many meanings.
It is our surroundings that tells us something.
About where we are and where we are going.
What is lacking or something we are wanting.
What we dream of or something we need to let go of.
Perhaps the environment we are in is even more important.
Or at least where it starts.
But I wonder, perhaps not even thinking anymore.
What happens when we are not able to go with this provided flow?
That is forming a way of stability, a course of life we understand.
With every heartbeat.
To say that all ways of living provide us a certain certainty and stability.
Not just a beginning to start from, but to understand where we are going.
And that makes complete sense.
I find it weird to write about it.
And I didn’t even start yet.
I needed a minute to think about, if this was really something I wanted to write about at all.
That minute became a day, or two.
Perhaps even three.
At least it wasn’t that long ago.
And here I am.
Something is happening.
And I find it hard to express.
I have been on this road before and I have said things then also.
Is this a mindfuck of what I am thinking?
I can see my thoughts and everything that comes with it.
However, nothing really happens.
I think that is for the better.
And then my life continues again.
But most of all, an interest brings you closer to yourself.
Where the good remains, for people to see who you truly are.
A story about not fitting in, is something I felt appropiate to write.
Because we all do, sometimes.
Or somehow.
The reason this came to my mind, was due something I experienced.
And that is all that I am going to say about it.
The question is not if I fitted in just there.
I just didn’t.
That is the truth about that.
I was trying to be someone, to be part of a crowd.
Many reasons I can give for that.
But what is somehow unknown, is what it does underneath the surface.
But when it comes to identity there is so much more.
That we don’t know of, or just not aware of.
It could be both.
It is even the things we wear, the place we stay, the products we use.
To form us from the inside.
And to continue, this can even have an effect on the partner for life we finally choose.
If cultural identity is a start for that.
Perhaps it is a bit bolt to say.
However that it has an impact on us as such.
There is no doubt about it, for sure.
It is the mystery of what Casanova holds.
Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
The words alone are enough to make me find out.
Another experience I like to add to find that kiss that belongs to me.
All I want to express is what happened to me and that these conditions I had to live in are not a form of love.
She lives on in me and so will I.