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i have to write this one in black ink because it is the only one i have with me at this moment. but i will underline every word with the purple ink once i get a grip of it, promise. isn’t it also the entire manuscript of life itself? you have to do it with what you have first. then you can underline every part of it with the one you love. and it’s not because you don’t love black ink. it’s because it is not the one you love.

write what you know. then you will learn more. build the wall first. then you will get to paint it with the color you love. perhaps, get the bed and lay there first. then you will embroider it with the one you love. make the coffee with the French press first. then you will get the machine. but don’t forget that you may miss the taste of the one with the French press if it was enjoyed with the one you love. passion loves synchronicity with love.

everything in life consists of being present at a certain place in a certain moment. meaning is built on the road. the road earns meaning at the stop. be there and do that. let the feeling of new beginnings creep in. but make sure to add passion to it. and perhaps, you should stop before you move. perhaps you should stop because you want pace.

and you believe in love. and you miss love, if it is something you could ever miss, for you should first have it to miss it. right? but you do not miss any of them from your past. you say no to every almost love knocking on your door to welcome the real one, if it’s ready. attention doesn’t do it. sex doesn’t do it. passion, all passion wants synchronicity with love. to be complete is never about the person. it’s about all sorts of passion falling into synchronicity with love.

so, in a sense, you stop feeling your existence for a while in order to be able to say “i’m here” with the full weight of a full life.

the one who says “i’m here” combines the consciousness of waiting and being in the start of the road in her attitude. she knows she is standing still, waiting, perhaps for something or someone that will not come. and she knows it. but at the same time, she knows that when the time comes, she is certain that she will hit the road. when she says “i’m here” she is also ready to say “when the time comes, i won’t be here”, “once i find the way, i’ll hit the road”.

includes a reference to the author and philosopher Oruc Aruoba, with a piece from the collection titled “the self“, translated by me in my comprehension.