Life is a succession of choices…

Wizards and fair fortune-tellers ask us questions and suggest situations with the intention of knowing what we want to listen. In other words, they manipulate us. I know I have to make a choice, I just don’t know which are my options…

Regret. The saddest word in the dictionary…

Every action has its consequences, even if they are not obvious in the moment. You never quite know how things will come out or how you will feel about them, not until later. There is when regret appears. It’s just the same if you can’t change things once you have done them, but at least you can feel bad about them. It doesn’t matter if the results of your actions follow you for the rest of your life.

To the future and beyond!

We are moved by our longings, our needs, wishes and dreams. When those disappear, so do we. Our success or failure in life is measured by what we leave behind, but also by what we take with us…

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should have been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.

This is all practice.

None of this matters.

We’re just warming up.

Memories... Illusions... Dreams...

Those words I was unable to convey… That day… That time… Those thoughts I was unable to carry out… Words and thoughts… The connection between the two… Without words, thoughts cannot be conveyed… Without thoughts, there are no words… They are both as vital as each other… They can never be divided… Like the wings of angels…

That long, long memory of a dream… That, perhaps, was the memory of my soul…

Things remembered when one is asleep…Things forgotten when one is awake… Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one’s dreams… Which are reality? Which are illusions? One cannot tell until one awakes… Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both Truth and fiction…

Dreaming… I was dreaming… Perhaps it may have been but a long forgotten memory… A dream… A memory…

Don’t fight with the gay flight attendant...

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”

She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”

To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch.”

You never think it can happen to you too...

You think how it’ll be. You turn it around in your head, over and over again, lightly altering the scene every time, but deep down you don’t think it’s ever going to happen, because that kind of things always happen to other people, not to you…