Choosing your story

Choosing your story

I am sitting in my couch in my Brooklyn apartment when the rain is pouring down outside my window. I light a candle, I drink tea and eat chocolate. Here the rain is heavy, quick and with a big drops. Not like in Sweden - grey, quiet and lasting many long days. This is a time to go back in time and in space to find some answers. This is a time to let things pass and let go.

When I was a child, before life started to happen to me, at this time of year in Hungary, you could always feel the smell of the fire from the chimneys when you walked in the street on the way to the library. The library was my place - my church. I walked hand in hand with my dad and when we arrived to this mystical place he said: Do you see the books here? Yes, I answered. I read all of them, he said. And when we walked up and down between the shelves my dad become a hero to me. I wondered how many books can be inside his head. It takes time and a lot of space. I said to myself that when I grow up I am going to do the same thing. So he showed me the love for this place. Later on, he chose his stories as well, and there would come a day when his choices made no sense at all. He read the wrong stories with a wrong lines. He also gave the power to others to choose for him, that didn't fit him at all. So he slowly disappeared between the world and the sentences. The Life of the book ate him up. 

He was my role model. So I followed his steps. I gave the power to others to choose for me. But a week ago I had a most amazing experience. I hade a flashback to this Hungarian library, still with a lot of life and hope in me, and I realised that I also have a choice. Every day, every minute. So if I read a story that I don't like, and that doesn't serve me, I can put back that book and take a new one. One with love, sparkles and a happy ending.  Life is happening anyway so when I have the power in my hands, why hesitate?!

So I write my story right now, at home, in the rain and I just wish that many other people can do the same. So we can write a better story in the world's history, that our children want read over and over again. 

Namaste

 

What happening with the genius in us?

What happening with the genius in us?

"Me too" and let that shit go....

"Me too" and let that shit go....

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