New year, new expectations.
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There’s a song by Avicii (Tim Bergling) I really like, it’s not the most famous, but it has a something special you know. It’s called Friend of Mine.
It’s 6 am, Sunday. I woke up at nearly five not knowing what to do, then tried to sleep again but couldn’t. Of course, I got glorious water -better than beer for me- in between.
Finally decided not to sleep, I turned on my sister’s laptop, check the channel of a youtuber I adore, saw one of her videos and said: «I need to write, I really do».
And here we are, me and the computer, the computer and me, and maybe you too in some days.
Recently, I realized writing for people doesn’t work for me, I don’t want to write for you buddy. I don’t want this to become a task that burdens me with the pressure of liking someone else than me.
This is for me and for nobody else, that’s precious because I want to share it with you anyway. Being honest with myself, and if you don’t like this, it’s ok.
Before saying why am I writing in ‘gringo’ language (that’s English for some people in Latin America), I rather say something first.
Did you know that J. R. R. Tolkien, author of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, wrote those books -or at least the first of them- to his own children? They’re pure, absolute magic. Global bestsellers perhaps as a collateral effect (not intended, not in an explicit way).
Far from this, my point is that sometimes the beautiful things we see and experiment with are not especially intended for us, they are/were private, intimate, secrets from someone’s deepest self. Like a pearl, that uniqueness shines, screams in our minds and senses. There is the beauty.
Someone wanted to share that intimate thing with you, me, us. So we feel connected, charmed, lucky, and sometimes hypnotized for books, songs, stories, movies, people. That thing’s honest and transparent, it’s real. Unique.
We choose what we keep to ourselves and what we share. Some memories, works and ideas are too valuable, maybe priceless, to want them exposed to other/s judgment, to their eyes and minds.
That’s why we need to appreciate the things someone shares with us. I personally have to.
At this point, I think I deserve my breakfast to keep on with my day. Maybe eggs, oats and an orange. Then I can tell you the reason for my language election for this piece.
These days -I ended up replacing the orange for a sweet apple… These days I started reading Bilbo Baggins‘ adventures again (Bilbo Bolsón according to the Spanish translation), but this time I’m doing it in English.
It’s the second time I try it, but now with more backup of series and podcasts and YouTube videos -also readings- on my shoulders. It’s a personal challenge, like this post, written in a foreign language.
More important than the reason is what I came to tell you, there’re lot of things I wanna talk about, but not enough time. I mean writing is not the only thing I wanna do. So let’s see.
Where should I start?
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