Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
We don't belong to this world.
We were meant to fly, to ride dragons or to reach the stars.
We were meant to know, to read stories never told, or to understand strange mysteries.
We were meant to travel, to cross horizons or to find what no one ever found.
We were meant to dream, to wander across realities, or to make history.
Why not all of them? And more.
We were meant to more. So how did we end up here, how is that we strayed from home.
So, as I say first,
We don't belong to this world.
There are moments, flashes, where you get a glimpse of what you're capable of.
They happen when you less expect it. When you're walking towards college or your job, when you're alone in your house, when you're sorrounded by people that may be friends or not.
For less than a second, or for countless ages, you are able to see how much power you were gifted with. You see, that if you leave that habit, you will reach a goal. You see, that if you don't stop, you'll be on a place you always wanted to be. You see that, if you stop being prideful, and just do what it's needed, you will cross the limit. You see that, if you don't give up, every doubt, yours or someone else's will not matter.
See? You're the only one that's stoping you. Giving just a little to achieve the greatest is never enough. You have to be willing to leave some things behind, cause they're like a chain that ties you down to where you are, and if you wanna reach your dream and smile wide, with a fullfilled heart and a determinated mind, you gotta be willing.
You gotta be willing.
And then, it's just matter of effort and time.
You were gifted with power. Learn to use it, and use it well.
"I love my mother. I really do.
And I know that she loves me too. I know that she made difficult choices in order of that love and I know that she sacrificed a lot too. I love her for that, for chosing me over other things, other people, other choices.
But there are days where I cause her to be angry, by disobeying her, by not listening to her, and she says the cruelest things I never thought I would hear from her, and I can't help but think that a part of her, a little yet significant part of her, thinks that I owe her for that. I, her only daughter, owe her all the sweat, all the tears, all the blood she lost for loving me. A part of her that will always blame me for what she had to do.
And I don't know if I should feel like I do owe her my own sweat, tears and blood.
Should I? Is it true that I owe her all of that? Is it true that I have to give all of that back to her one day? Do I have to sacrifice myself too? ”
—a quiet thought that I had to write down.
If someone ever ask you about something you do, you think or you believe in, be polite, and make sure that person will not treat you wrongly just because they dont agree with you.
Don't let your acts, your opinions or beliefs be underestimated or belittle.
People, let me ask you all a question:
What do you think when you have an existential crisis or a mental breakdown?
I think that I am in need of a boyfriend or a romantic partner.
Then I recover and think that what I truly need are two things: to play the argentinian hymth in the Big Ben as a public manifestation of defiance, and to try to be a better christian.
Am I the only one that has those ideas?
The deepness of somethin' that does not exist.
Where to start. Well, things that does not exist are, for example, myths. Stories. Fantasy. These things that are taken in paper, in songs, in drawings, and in TV programs.
Take for example, the Mystery of the Impossible Girl in Doctor Who. I did not watch the series, yet I plan to, but here is what I know: Its the story of a girl that stepped into a portal by choice and broke herself into millions of pieces that did a diaspora around space and time. Every single one of those pieces, for as far as I know, saved the Doctor. Wherever or whenever, the Doctor was there, and Clara was too. And well then, I could have never thought of such story.
It allowed me to understand, in a way, how willing someone can be in order to save someone they love.
And it was romantically dont dare to say otherwise.
This event, thing, does not exist in real life, and thats what makes it deep. Time travels, girls that broke into millions of pieces in order to save one person, a payphone cabin that can travel across space and time. And more.
The beauty it has is that it does not exist. It comes from a part of ourselves that is unknown, and powerful, and that dreams a lot. Because of that very reason, it needs to be free, and takes the form of stories, of songs, of drawings, of TV shows. This things that does not exist allows is to explore the probabilities, to defy the limits, to live beyond universes. And that deepness also allows us to understand what does exist.
Its beautiful, to realize this. To be aware that, even if these stories, creatures, TV shows and else doesn't exist, they got to actually exist, in paper, in music, on a screen.
How else, would have we seen, or hearken, or live, through them?
Some thoughts, quotes and just things I had once that I considered are something worth knowing:
Also some of this are scattered on my writings.
When you are a child, the only thing you may have and that never leaves you are dreams. You dream, with reaching the stars, with walking among clouds, with travelling the world. When you grow up, you realize that stars are far away and are way bigger than you. That clouds are just air, and that the world is too big. Those dreams die. And you have to continue.
Sometimes you like loliness not because you truly do, but because when you needed not to be alone, you were, and you had to like it cause there was no choice.
A sword is not a sword without first passing through the blacksmith's hammer. Pain forges you.
"I am nobody, but thats my advantage. I am a blank space that I and only I can fullfil. I may be nobody, but I can make myself anybody. I can be the one that shows them wrong, I can be the one that rattle the world. I can be the one that defies, I can be the one that fights to be better. And just by that, I am someone. Someone that made something, and for that something I may remain. I may be remembered. And considered. And listened. I am nobody, but I can make myself someone. " —Me analizing THE scene (not the possession, the one when Lockwood practically begs Lucy to stay) of Ep 2 "Let go of Me" from Lockwood and Co. It is needed to say It came out at 3:00 am while I was planning to talk to Netflix.
The only dream I ever had (the only dream that I wrote that Esther from my Sandman fanfic has) is that I want to be able to sing "I Lived" by One Republic with all the right of the universe.
If I ever had an encouter with a celebrity I admire, I will not shout, or go crazy, or do something weird. I will just say hello and see what comes after that.
To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream.
You're not crazy, you just dont manage to be as false as the mayority.
You may be tired, but please, do not give up. One day you'll look back and laugh, realizing that the pain, the tears, the loliness, all those things that made you bleed, had a purpose.
"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel". Neil Gaiman, you are wrong. Love is described perfectly on the Bible, on 1 Corinthians 13.
Darkness is interesting, yet dangerous. Be aware of that, always.
You are something to treasure. Your mind, your body, your heart. Do not waste yourself.
Hebrews 11:1
Whatever that comes out of that great and dreamer mind of yours is something worth to know.
Laugh, cry, suffer, fly, dream, love, live. And do not dare to regret any of it.
I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:
That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.
Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.
So here it is. Use it wisely.
—The Solivagant.
Devotion.
You know, we were teached that this marvelous yet strange thing is blind respect and admiration, generaly towards a deity. It is wrong.
So, you may ask, what is devotion? It is defying who you love to be better, to reach their whole potential and to stay with them even when they push you away.
So no, my dear, devotion is not a religious trate, but unconditional love. You will know this better once you find someone you know in your bones that can be better, and as such, you push, companion and defy them to be.
That is devotion, no less.
—The Solivagant.
There is no second beside you that feels like wasted time.
—Unknown.
The concept of dream.
When I met you, truly met you, the concept of "dream" that I always had, it torn apart until it took the shape of your face.
—The Solivagant
How tiredness works.
Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.
—The Solivagant.
The grief of an ancient heart.
I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.
But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.
—The Solivagant.
“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”
—The Solivagant.
Oh, my soul, why do you rebel? Please find wisdom. My desire is that the truth be revealed to you and the understanding come to you, which only the God who loved you can grant you.
What reward do you think awaits you far from the Lord? Surrender to Him, to the almighty being who bled for you, who chose you above power, who abdicated glory to save you.
What do you gain by disowning Him? Do not be foolish, nor arrogant, nor proud. Please, my soul, be wise. Be wise. Be meek, for only the God who loved you knows what is best for you, and only He can grant it.
Why do you resist your Creator? Surrender, O my soul, and unite yourself to the Spirit, who reminds you that the Lord of lords, the King of kings, who owes you nothing, loves you, and by that love you are saved.
Surrender, O my soul, to Jehovah, to Yahweh, to the God of the impossible, who preferred to die rather than renounce you.
—The solivagant. (another alias)
“I love the rain; the one that is so strong and so heavy that it seems capable of washing and purifying every trace of darkness that is inside and outside your being.”
—naive-daydreamer
“Sometimes, what you do not want to do, but you must do, is what is best for you. "
—naive-daydreamer.
"I wonder what would my younger self would say if she saw me right now.
Would that child be proud? Curious? Sad? Angry? I suppose I will never know.
But, yet, I still wonder...
I have that thing: I wonder of impossible ideas.
Such bless and burden, to just wonder. ”
—naive-daydreamer.
“ A thing you should now is this; someone can stay, but that does not mean that they're truly, completely here. ”
—Unknown
“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:
Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.
Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.
Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.
I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.
Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".
“what type of tiredness is this? I'm so tired I cant even feel nothing more ”.
“i always thought that in english, everything sounds better.
Well, at least to me. Cause when i hear something, like a poem or a phrase, in english, i feel like a collision in my heart and my mind.
And i supose that thats how truly feels love: like a collision, in your heart and mind, a foreign feeling that you want to feel again and again.”
—naive-daydreamer.
“is it posible to be so dissapointed on something you already know would be like how It went? Were you really so naive at the point that you hoped it to be... different?. ”
“I am deathly sure that dreams and hope are well tangled to each other; you would ask why. I'll tell you: because you can't have dreams if you don't have hope, and you can't have hope if you don't have dreams. ”
—someone that dreams in the daylight and that hopes in the nightdark.
“I always thought that your eyes were like fertile land; perfect to sow my hopes and my dreams. ”
—Unknown.
“Many say that blood is thicker than water, but do they know that blood, in water, dissolves? ”
—Unknown.