A Glimpse into My Journal
December 8, 2024
Things pass. Yes, let’s say they pass. I learn a lot about myself every day. There are waves. Sometimes I can't swim, yet sometimes the sea is calm, and I float with an inner peace that only finds me after the storm.
I am still looking for a job. This part is difficult and often without encouragement. But I’ve started a new project. I go to the park near my house with my speakers, and for one to two hours, I dance, improvise, and train. I even made a friend the other day.
That—going to the park alone, surrounded by strangers, people through fleeting moments we share when they walk their dog or their children, and for a few seconds, they glance at me, and suddenly, we’re no longer strangers. I know them. I know they’re curious and want to interact, but it’s just that on that day, they’ve chosen to stay on their path and not do something unexpected, and with that, they turn their head back in the direction they’re heading, and that’s how we lost sight of each other.
And that’s how I reconnect. This activity of going alone to do something that astonishes and terrifies me, yet for which I have a feverish passion, and for which I can’t plan, in front of everyday people. It is through this path that I find the vulnerability, curiosity, and compassion that give me the strength to keep going.
I hope I’ve managed to make myself understood through the paths that wind through the forest of my thoughts and that I haven’t lost you in the poetry.
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