It is, what it is. Simple

I am sitting on my turquoise velvety sofa, resting my tired back against a cushion, print of women in colourful dresses, each standing on the edge of a window sill with their arms up in victory, dated to the sixties in New York City. My mind is scattered all over the place. It is exciting. I am typing everything and anything that comes to mind. 

How amazing it feels to let go? Be like a child. Say what you like. Act as you please.

Where am I in life? In the same place, I have been writing this blog all along, a place of bliss, taking good as evil, up as down, and getting closer to a place I have dreamt of being. I could share the times I questioned every single aspect of every situation. But in the end, I know... It is what it is. Either accept and do something about it or sink in that over-and-over questioning. Why change? Because you are worth it.

In an age where most have lost touch with reality, everyone is mocking the age of selfies, yet we all have a few hidden ones on our phones. Some like to exploit it, and others prefer to keep it private. But doesn't this rule apply to so many actions we all take? It's OK if I do it, but it's good if someone else has a go. Why is there a need to put anyone down? Why can't we help each other lift up our moods instead?

I open my arms to the adventures that await

Everything falls into place, like a rope with a bait

Seduced by the desire to feed that hungry need

It is food for thought as to a bird, a seed. 

Embrace the purity of the child within

Keep to that innocence with teeth and chin.

Close your eyes, let the opulent scent of jasmine

Take you to places you have never been.

As for my absence on the blog, globe-trotting would have made Marco Polo proud! Haha
Do you think life is all rosy for a moment, or is it easy for me to be happy? Oh no. I simply worked hard to open up my mind and my thoughts. Freeing myself of all past hurts, letting go of fear. 'Learning the tools to live more peacefully,' as I told my new pilates reformer friend, 'only gives you an open mind to think and make choices. Shit happens everywhere. With the tools, you simply make the stink more bearable'. 

So, along my travels, Goa is a destination where I feel totally lost in a place as close to paradise as can be. Avoiding the tourist areas, there is a village up North where the meaning of a melting pot makes sense. Almost everyone you meet is from a different part of the world, all gathered in a place you are not judged but accepted as you are. The values are not based on your posh address or your bank account. Living in big cities, it is easy to lose touch with the reality of what this is all about; our time on earth. 
Meeting people on their own journey is an exchange of thoughts and ideas through delicious Indian curries and laughter. The music scene of DJs' appearances in Saturday night markets or open-air bars facing the Arabian Sea with the moon shining above is breathtaking. Great smoke, and no one bothers you. 
I get lost in Goa, into the simplicity of how extraordinary life is and how everyone matters. I even love the cows appearing on specific beaches and chilling under the sun—people-watching! 

We are guests here
Life is dear
Death may be near
Listen to your heart, hear
Give thanks and cheer
For life moves in gear
Heart through conscience sear
Let go of all fear 
For life is Dear. 


Oh, it's so good to write again.
If you are reading this, I love you for it.