Posted on December 11, 2018
There’s a dog wagging his tail, a couple kissing on the side of the street. It’s all the romance of the Earth twirling around us like the music on her spinning dress. They are there at the cafe, getting coffee discussing their former mates. They have wide smiles and wine filled stomachs for they love to laugh a little too loud in the dinner candle lights.
All the love in the world, but somehow we are just magical observers who gets a glimpse of the lady he’s pulling himself into. We look in the mirror at ourselves and wonder, “Who is that? How have we changed into this person?”
The reflection erodes our understanding of self and our egos are enlightened to the uncomfortable revelation of reality, we are not the center stage performer as we once were. There was a time of our moment in the spotlight but that time has come and may never come again, or at least it feels that way. Sticking to our way to big book, we can see the eyes gleam at us while we eat a sushi dinner for one.
They were mocking the scene across the bar, and the woman couldn’t resist to ask the question, “What book is that?” Turning around to pleasant eyes radiating behind circular glasses, it wasn’t a mistake. The thought that the couple had been staring this way for the past 15 minutes had been confirmed with one question.
“Lord of The Rings,” a voice answers, and somehow the next thing a person knows is they find themselves joining a meal for two as their plus one.
Becoming a now third element to the type of couple family members pressure over wedding cocktails, “so when are you two planning the engagement?”
But there was no reason to disengage as she started to describe,
“In France, people start dating from the moment they go out. Right on the first date, that’s it, you are my boyfriend.” She looked at her man and smiled.
Now being in no rush to leave, we discover they’ve been dating for one and a half years and just moved in together.
In no rush themselves, she works here in Israel at a big time company dealing with blockchain of some AI program and he, being from Rhode Island, happened to find himself working as an employee for Fiverr and mainly as her man. A sweet, simple, yet modern couple. They couldn’t help but mingle with the meal of words signifying a modified management of monogamy.
There was an impressive chord struck when she claimed she wants him to raise the kids while she climbs the corporate cubicle. France, apparently, spiced itself with the same spunky feminism of the west, and there’s a moment where we listen to the fresh take on old told notion.
With the sight of their seamlessly solid twosome, we ask ourselves the subtle question, “Is this the new way for our future?”
Pondering the rules to the generation’s new game, we conclude, “Whatever the rules, will we be able to stick by them?”
Walking away with more questions than answers we think, “Who are we? And as a person, how do we view relationships?”
The time has come to try and answer these questions.
Friends tell us it’s time we go out and date, that we should step up to the plate.
But what are we trying to swing at? How was the pitch for a relationship up at bat? Will it even be a home-run across the globe?
More importantly, “Will these beliefs get us a definite travel ticket to the City of Love?”
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Posted on November 6, 2018
There it is again, that feeling. The unmistakable moment of blood rushing up from your core because you’re knocking on the door, and no one is answering. The only thing looking back at you is an empty page. The white void of just nothing behind the screen but a bunch of CSS and HTML. But here we are, sketched on the page and colored in by a personal shade of choice. “Where am I? What do we look like?” we ask ourselves. Shaken by the sight in the mirror we begin to see, and it makes us want to puke. Something about it doesn’t sit in the stomach.
We are absolutely alone.
We are in our own time and it seems timeless.
We are nobody and anyone we want to be, all at once.
We are the person who answers the door and the one who walks through it.
No one stands in our way. No one, except someone that goes by no one who happens to be someone who is no one, and someone has to be no one. We are that one. We are the one heartbeat that everything is alright. There is no one in the way. No one but, the no one we wish to see in ourselves. It’s the hardest part of growing up, no longer can you be distracted by the constant background of social groups and contrasting characters. There’s just too many faces to really see our own and the mirror gets fogged by the cloud of countless people. Finally, we have nothing to see but ourselves. And the illumination is a dangerously beautiful mixture.
We have become ourselves. Nothing to see here but the chiseled contexts of core beliefs and a brainwashing upbringing. And just like that a diamond is carved from the mines of man’s mental expression. Sure, there’s still work to be done. We have to sand down the edges and polish it off, but at the very least we held our ground and now it’s our time to learn how to make ourselves shine. So it’s not about anyone around you, it’s about you. You realizing the priceless jewel of self. What’s our inner pearls? Can we crack open the shell?
Nothing there but the frame of an opened door, and we are the ones to walk through it. We are the ones to take that step, that first qualifying leap, that we are ready to cross over the threshold. We begin to have immediate doubt and fear of the inconceivable, “Are we actually enough?” No not us, we are no one! No one is not enough. To be enough, we have to be someone. “Yeah that sounds right,” we say to ourselves, and it would sound like the truth, but our wise wide eyes can already see everyone is no one. That someone you see as a ‘someone’ is actually no one at all. We are all no one and everyone and anything we’d like to be. What are we?
A blab of emotions thinking, talking, eating, breathing, acting.
What role do we want to play? Because everyday is a new day do perform a new part in the masterpiece of self-mastery. We can be the magician of this mural and the high priestess of the divine, but what about the fun loving fool? The scary thing is we are that too. We are like that pink bunny that shows up everytime a Sim becomes depressed, we know how to get laugh. Looking like Legally Blonde got invited to a ‘costume’ party for a few stops on this bus ride, why should we care if they don’t know what Halloween is in Israel? The jokes on them, we don’t need their approval. The holiday is already so much like every other day. Only now the whole world is laughing at us because we’re different. And it shatters our self-esteem.
Breakdown all the walls of this house and see that we’re babies. We are the children that are raising ourselves. We may kick and scream that we don’t want to be who and what we are, but here we are. The unapologetic version of ourselves. Don’t worry no one is looking, we are all by ourselves.
Posted on November 1, 2018
That is the question.
When we look around us at all the exceedingly attractive people and we look inwardly at all the beauty we behold, one begins to wonder, “Why be in a relationship?” What’s the point of having a relationship when we have a good book and casual flirts that send us flying. Why bother with the title?
No one tells you when you sign up for boyfriend or girlfriend that the friend is definitely out of the picture and the focus is on the boy or girl. Not man and wife, but boy and girl which means almost certainly that there is a level of childishness about the whole matter. So why take things so seriously is the question?
He plays the prince and you the princess but, there’s no real castle to maintain. You both get your fun and there’s no after to the happily-ever-after phase. It could be just endless rainbows of mind blowing erotic indulgence. No, “I love you’s” followed by, “I love you more’s” just plain and simple fairytale fantasies. A la-la-land of living life to its limits. We don’t need a text back, we need a freak in the sheets with a maximum chance we’ll meet again.
The irresistible offer warps our weighing scales, “To be or to not be?”
We are still so young, “What’s the rush to be in a relationship?” We can take things as they are and leave them alone. Not to mention enjoy actually being alone. Having our personal space to express what we actually are, no judgement. After all most people in their early adult years don’t even know how to be themselves because they haven’t found themselves. So why try and find someone else to be with if we’re still lost?
It’s the attention isn’t it? Our egos getting a bit bruised because he likes her better. No one wants to just give themselves away without the promise of their value as a priceless person. We want to be special, so special we can’t be the special single shortie who breaks double standards and straddles whatever she likes.
Though, once we cross that line at the bedroom things are bound to be serious. I mean you can become seriously pregnant and then seriously screwed, or more likely the other way around. In any case, if we know the title eventually leads to the new title of man and wife, or even an even more advanced title of mother and father, then when do we as person know what’s the right time to even dabble in an endeavor of such significance?
One doesn’t just date without the repercussions of dating. Unless you are a severally jaded person, going on blind date after blind date will eventually get a person to see the after effect. But blind as we may be, it’s blind leading the blind and we become blindsided with our beloved.
Love doesn’t come according to our calculations and we can’t analyze it anyway. If love is there, it’s there. If love is not there, it’s not there. You don’t really need to date someone a whole year to know if you love them, love is intangible and no amount of time spent will change what already lies in the heart of two souls.
That’s why some people are puzzling, how can you date someone for more than a month without full belief they could be the one for you? If you’re not at least in some belief of this, then what’s the point of even dating this person? Take a more honest look and it seems like they are just wasting their time and the time of their partner’s. What’s the point of being in a relationship without love?
Sincerely I’d love to be enlighten! What’s the purpose of even trying to fling around feelings if there’s no means to an end, just endless loose ends followed by flat endings. We cry for the ones we love and moan over ones that made us hurt, but to tell the truth sometimes we all begin to wonder, why even date?