Tuesday 28 January 2014

Don't Date A Girl Who Travels

I am working on two blogs -- both of which need some research, which is why I haven't posted yet. (You know I usually just write and post right away otherwise.)

But these blogs are both controversial in their own right and require a little bit of homework. One is about religion (gasp) and one is about the bomb that the US dropped on Somalia while everyone was watching the Grammys. 

Until then, I'm just going to leave this here because I am kind of worried that I may have done an interview that I didn't know about. 

Cheers. 

"She’s the one with the messy unkempt hair colored by the sun. Her skin is now far from fair like it once was. Not even sun kissed. It’s burnt with multiple tan lines, wounds and bites here and there. But for every flaw on her skin, she has an interesting story to tell.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She is hard to please. The usual dinner-movie date at the mall will suck the life out of her. Her soul craves for new experiences and adventures. She will be unimpressed with your new car and your expensive watch. She would rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about it.

Don’t date a girl who travels because she will bug you to book a flight every time there’s an airline seat sale. She wont party at Republiq. And she will never pay over $100 for Avicii because she knows that one weekend of clubbing is equivalent to one week somewhere far more exciting.

Chances are, she can’t hold a steady job. Or she’s probably daydreaming about quitting. She doesn’t want to keep working her ass off for someone else’s dream. She has her own and is working towards it. She is a freelancer. She makes money from designing, writing, photography or something that requires creativity and imagination. Don’t waste her time complaining about your boring job.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She might have wasted her college degree and switched careers entirely. She is now a dive instructor or a yoga teacher. She’s not sure when the next paycheck is coming. But she doesn’t work like a robot all day, she goes out and takes what life has to offer and challenges you to do the same.

Don’t date a girl who travels for she has chosen a life of uncertainty. She doesn’t have a plan or a permanent address. She goes with the flow and follows her heart. She dances to the beat of her own drum. She doesn’t wear a watch. Her days are ruled by the sun and the moon. When the waves are calling, life stops and she will be oblivious to everything else for a moment. But she has learned that the most important thing in life isn’t surfing.

Don’t date a girl who travels as she tends to speak her mind. She will never try to impress your parents or friends. She knows respect, but isn’t afraid to hold a debate about global issues or social responsibility.

She will never need you. She knows how to pitch a tent and screw her own fins without your help. She cooks well and doesn’t need you to pay for her meals. She is too independent and wont care whether you travel with her or not. She will forget to check in with you when she arrives at her destination. She’s busy living in the present. She talks to strangers. She will meet many interesting, like-minded people from around the world who share her passion and dreams. She will be bored with you.

So never date a girl who travels unless you can keep up with her. And if you unintentionally fall in love with one, don’t you dare keep her. Let her go"

Saturday 11 January 2014

Love The Earth

I've been going through a lot of positive changes in my life that I now realise are mostly a result of all the bad events that culminated last year. I've often touted 2013 as the worst year of my adult life and for many reasons it was.

But for many, even more important reasons -- it also was the most compelling. 

And as life would have it, I didn't realise the latter until the very end of the year in the midst of the subconsciously-mandated reflection time that comes in tandem with a new year. 

Some of the changes I've been making in my life have been a gradual process, like my eating habits, for reasons I've listed out in my head and at times to others. But some of them came more as a sporadic calling with seemingly no reason or explanation behind it: I just woke up one day and felt the universe calling me to do something, so I did it.

Still, most of the changes are spiritual. My chakras are wide open. My sensitivity to energy from others has peaked. And my consciousness has elevated. I've detached myself from so many man-made unnatural things, and just the tangible world in general.

In one year everything has changed. 

I've lost friends along this journey in the weirdest of ways, as if God himself came down and personally removed them from my life. I've had my phone stolen twice, leaving me refreshingly phone less for a while. I've had my heart broken several times in way too small a time period. I've explored abandoned parts of my island. I've walked away from a stagnant career. I've lost all of my money and stopped seeking out income. I've contemplated death on too many occasions. I've sought out professional help. I've reconnected with family members and redirected my energy entirely. I've lost interest in what I wear, in shopping for things other than food. I've sat around a bonfire in the middle of the night sharing stories and food with complete strangers. I've redesigned my thought process on relationships, both intimate and platonic, and essentially the world itself. I've  faced the reality of irreconcilable relationships. And I've gotten involved in giving myself and time to others who have no one -- undeservedly so.

All of this, and more, in one year. One extremely turbulent but totally worth-it year.

Truth be told, sometimes all the changes make me feel like such an outcast. An extremist. A rebel. Someone who totally goes against the grain of everything society now stands for, who believes in things that only hippies or weirdos do -- except for when I come across articles like the one I just read; articles that make me feel like I'm not so radical after all.

I like to keep my blog 'me', as evidenced. My thoughts. My words. My invitation into my universe. But every now and then I happen upon some writing that feels like a message from my own soul. It's work like these that make me feel like our souls are so much more interconnected than we take the time to notice. We can literally tune into each other's frequencies in the same way we tune into our favourite radio stations. All we have to do is turn up the volume and listen: listen to each other, listen to the earth, listen to our souls, listen to our bodies.

Everything speaks to us. The universe, or God, speaks to us every day. It's just that we can't hear it unless we're on the right station.

But I'll save the vibration talk for another day. For now, for today, I hope you take something positive from the article below, as I have.

Oh, and happy new year.

The link ---->  The Man Who Lives Without Money

Enjoy.