Hi, lovely Soul Drop!
How are you feeling today? Friday 13th, do any of you believe in luck? Today I remembered that my grandfather believed the number 13 brought him good luck. Maybe he was a rebel or maybe he was a visionary. Probably the latter considering he became one of the first industry owners of my country at his time.
You might be wondering why am I talking about luck and the truth is I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes my mind is like a sea that comes and goes and I find myself lost within a thousand thoughts, ideas, and memories. And, you know? That’s alright.
It’s alright to feel lost, it’s alright not to know whether you’re lucky or not or if you even believe in luck or not. We don’t have to be sure about everything all of the time. I realized that allowing myself to let go of that sensation of control and “I know what I’m doing” to let myself drift away serenely within the moving waters of my mind is also healing. Understanding sometimes I don’t understand things. Accepting some things are hard to accept so you let them be. Learning that sometimes you need to have the same lesson over and over to actually learn.
Life is complex as I explained in the short story yesterday, but life is also beautiful. It’s okay not to know, we’re only humans after all. What if my mind is a complete mess today? There’s beauty in messy heads.
Actually, the most pleasant things I have experienced in my life are totally a mess: When we laugh so hard we cry when we’re having fun outdoors when the wind messes with our hair and doesn’t let us see when we run to hug that loved one we haven’t seen in a while. Unexpected things and plans that go wrong and somehow become the best day we have had in years also consist part of the magic that keeps us alive. That makes our life worth it.
I’m not really sure if I managed to make sense today but I hope my words managed to carry this emotion I have right now. That desire of embracing the messy side of me and just smile.
With much love,
Bel.