Will you change? Will you be here when I need you? Is there an unknown hidden you?
Who are you? Why do I love you? Who will you be in twenty years?
But wait a second. You are yourself and I love you.
“Never love someone whom you think you need to mend – or who makes you feel like you should be mended” Caitlin Moran
Wealth is in the eye of the person who spots gold in people,
Not in the pocket of the person who owns.
Anchored. We are. Together.
Anchored in my body and my memories. You will be. Always.
Anchored together forever. We will never know.
But this fear should not anchor us in dark words and moments.
Trust. What we all want.
But how do you define it?
Trust that someone does not lie?
That he/she will do what you expect him/her to do? It never happens.
Trust that you share common values?
That he/she is a better person than you? It is impossible.
Can you love today what you hated yesterday?
How unpredictable and predictable can we be?
Are sudden life changes U-turns or do they reflect uncertainties you were hiding and/or problems you did not want to solve?
U-turns might exist, but so does deliberate blindness. Blindness to who you are and whom you do not want to accept to be.
Is love a machine?
A beautiful relationship would require the skills to know when the lights need to be changed, or the cables fixed.
When it is time to slow down the machinery and enjoy.
The only problem is that even the most talented love mechanics can never anticipate when the power goes off.
You see so many people.
You spend so much time observing them, imagining what their life is.
People show you the life they want you to imagine they have on social media.
Yet, do you talk to many people?
Naomi Klein argued that during a shock, we can not oppose much resistance.
After a shock, do we change?
Where do our minds and hearts land back?
Can they come back to the past reality or do they make up a new reality?
Is a shock a serie of tiny changes played in fast motion?
Impossible to provide a black and white answer…
Music is a trip
The instruments transport you
The musicians talk to you
Music has no destination
The light it sparks inside you has no definition
My mind is full of social and cultural preconceptions.
No space for U-turns or deconstruction.
I can read, see, hear and listen, but can I change my preconceptions?
How much is already said, without being told, by my cultural and social filters?