mercredi 12 octobre 2011

Maturity

In judaism maturity comes at 40 years old. For me, part of maturity is letting go of the pass and stepping in adulthood. It took me time I think now I just did, letting go of my past, letting go of my ties to the past.
I was in Zara today and they played most of the song I play here or on my FB page, very strange...
I'm finally ready to be a woman and not a little girl. You will say being 45 years old it's about time, but it took me time. Being an adult was never something I was looking for as a child, I was dreading the adulthood. Real life, real accomplishment comes with adulthood, I making my first step, let's see what will be the outcome.


lundi 10 octobre 2011

dimanche 9 octobre 2011

Les poupées russes

Seize the day

To live takes courage

Since I was 6 years old, I always felt different, out of place, a stranger. This feeling was stronger between the age of 20 till 30. I went through a phase of self-destruction, my cult movie was Natural born killers, I had a poster of Orange Mechanic on my wall. I thought I was on the wrong planet, that they had been a mistake. I was a lion in a cage, undomesticated. I felt surrounded by people I couldn't relate to, I wasn't talking their language, we weren't from the same specie. I was high up in the firmament while they were remaining on the ground. I was passing time at any cost. I use to answer to the question what do you for a living: I live it keeps me busy...I could have die or maybe not after all since I'm alive and more than ever before. I'm not the type to let go that easily. I was born with the spleen. The lucky ones find very early what to do with their life i never knew what to do with mine, why I was on earth. I wasn't able to be satisfy with the day to day routine. I thought I was in technicolour while they were grey, I felt I was truly alive, while they were living dead, not conscious of the fact that they were alive. With age, i became less arrogant and, I have to say, more like them. The feeling of being a stranger is gone, I feel very much attached to this world. Maybe because I'm a mother now. It was a slow process, coming back to reality, It took me time, I did it step by step. I'm happy with what I have become. I feel that I can control myself, say no when it's time, I'm almost at peace. I'm still moving forward, but not in a destructive way, in a positive way. I feel confident that i can make it, that i can making it alone. I feel that my time has come because this is my life and it is my time to shine.

samedi 8 octobre 2011

vendredi 7 octobre 2011

to have a voice

I heard and Afghan woman in an interview who said I wasn't afraid to die I was afraid to be alive but to be dead inside. A wanted to be a woman with a voice.
before I use to say that I was screaming to an army of death people, I didn't care, i had a voice, I was alive.


http://www.worldpressphoto.org/photo/2011jodibieberpo-1?gallery=890

music the answer

sex is overrated.

Only the french


lundi 3 octobre 2011

To be alone

To be alone doesn't mean being lonely.