In the end of the day, what really inspire me its not just a book, it’s the click when some stories connects with the way I see the life. My imagination, the lack of reality I have…
I was considering while reading, the changing point theory. It is always there. That specific action/decision when one of the characters changes everything.
As mention before, I truly believe that my life is a story, for me a movie, where the rest of the world is only a scenario that needs to be there so I can believe that I live in reality and delivery a better entertainment for my audience.
My Changing points would be:
- Start crying with 11 years, when both of them gave up and left me alone;
- Stop crying on my 16 birthday, when I realize they did not really had a choice;
- I wake up figuring, where/when/why. Proving my theory that “nothing could destroy me” was once more proved against a wall, after a white line…
- My first fashion shopping day, when I let myself enjoy being girly!
- Having a very deep conversation over a white line after years on a Hotel bed about my boyfriend and not with him, our first after hour’s party;
- Staring the bed sited on the floor, my very own apartment, feeling that I was for the first time on my own, starting that point;
- Figuring out how I got home, looking at my perfectly parked purple truck;
- Calling him after 3 months;
- Seated at the empty room listening her heart and his excuses; (when I decided that I had enough of him);
- (Heaviest one) Saying her name and look at her face for the first time, not feeling my legs, or pelvis, or anything! The very moment when my heart stopped and start in a different rhythmus, just after hers…
- The second tequila with Nina;
- Removing 1 ton from my heart asking someone I truly love to forgive me, in my way of course, and reading from her, not that we are not 100% ok, but we could be, in some point in the future…
What if I choose it different? Did I really took any decision, or any decision that I could take would lead me where I am right now?
I would do it slowly but never different otherwise it wouldn’t be me!
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