Reach bottom to rise up

I didn’t want to feel like this. A few weeks ago I was again questioning myself. What is it that I want? I say I don’t want this job anymore, that I wanted to create nice stories and things that will inspire people, make people happier. This was the original dream. I gave up. Cause I don’t believe I’m ever going to accomplish it. I thought once I could do it. But perhaps I can’t. So what is left for me to do in this world?

“What do you want, D?”, I ask myself. And I always say “I don’t want anything”. Anymore.

So I know that I gotta wake up early tomorrow morning and forget about any of the dreams I once had or might still have and go on through the day, one more day, every day.

Well, some say that it’s when you reach the bottom that you can go up, because there is nowhere else to go. Perhaps this is the beginning. Again. When you start a new movement in your life. Not because you need to. But because you need to.

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It’s everyday

So it’s August already. We did get married in June, it was a three-round-marriage marathon. Everything was ok by the end, as it had to be. I came back from New York and there were a few weeks there where I just didn’t know anything anymore. It was too tranquil and I’ve wondered what to do with my life next – again.

I decided I needed a new aim, something to keep life going. Was I going to quit my job? But then what am I going to do next? To try keep it real and simple, I’ve started focusing on something closer, something that affects my day-by-day, my everyday. The health issue. Yes, I have diabetes. Despite trying to deny it for some young years. How about trying to have a healthy diet and really fight diabetes?

So for July I was focusing on diabetes control, tried to drink less soda, eat less meat (saw a doc defending the vegan diet for a healthy living) and started walking everyday from and to work. I’m not really doing so good, I love pizza and chocolate, and ice cream and all… Last year I’ve tried the ketogenic diet for some time, but eventually I’ve given up. It’s just too much food I like and I had to cut it all out (pasta, rice, bread). However, once again, I’m considering it.

And I’m trying to set small goals for myself. Like believing I could be doing worse in another job, at least I have a job and something to keep my mind occupied for some time. Believing it’s something meaningful, at least a little, to society and to the world. Trying to get back in touch with some people I have long not seen. Trying to give support to my family. Trying to write more about movies, I like movies, after all. Trying to get to study Japanese. And eventually music, the uke.

I’m not successful everyday. But I’m trying to take each day at a time. Trying not to think too much about the failures, but to keep up moving. I don’t want to feel depressed and in order to do that, I gotta keep moving. Keep my mind and myself busy. Like today, I was home and it was cloudy and rainy, and I’ve heard about you and Kate. I mean, not that it would make me sad, I want you to be happy. But then I started to think about everything I once dreamed of, everything that went wrong… and how much I wished it could have turned right. But this is my reality. It’s not Matrix, it’s just the truth, the real world.

I know I’m married now. And I should try to get things going from now on. But sometimes I wish I could go back to that 12 year-old girl and make everything different.

So I guess that’s it then. Maybe you will marry this girl everyone in the world is rooting for you to get married with. I’ll take care of my health, have kids, get old. Oh boy, sometimes I wish I could throw it all away, find another job and forget about it all (what I’m supposed to do now, all the work and responsibilities). It’s like a disease really, I must consider each day I was able to do something a good day. I shouldn’t allow myself to have these thoughts of long term and super meaningful life. Just keep going. Striving with the little things. Trying to appreciate my life. Everyday. It’s everyday.

“I know I will love you my whole life”

Yesterday night I was listening to some playlists, including one for marriage. And it was late at night, the last song playing was the Brazilian “Eu sei que vou te amar”.

I used to listen to this song when I was living in Japan, so much younger than today, and I’ve elected this our song. When I imagined the story of us, this was the song. 

In the lyrics it says “I know I will love you for all my life”; “waiting to live by your side for all my life”; “missing you and each time you return will compensate the time I’ve missed you”… 

I’m about to get married. In less than a month. And he is a really nice guy, we can be good together. But I know in my heart you were my soulmate, my true love, only this life made it impossible for us. And this song feels so true now, as it was 20 years ago. 

However, I wish for the best. For the both of us. 

Love you, Darling. Always.

So, I’m getting married

So there was the Academy Awards and that shocking, chaotic ending. So, I’ve cried watching Logan, the live action version of Beauty and the Beast wasn’t so bad, but I still prefer the animation (of course! I ALWAYS prefer the original).

And what else? Oh, yes. I’m going to get married. Yes, time goes by and what am I supposed to do? Waiting forever for a dream come true? I will always love you, Leo. It’s inevitable, it’s been like this since I was 12. But let’s face reality, you just got too rich and famous, I just didn’t get to cinema, and this is just not the life for us.

When I was younger, on my teens, I had imagined a big wedding for us. A big party, famous people, both of our families and friends would travel with us to a certain destination and it would be so much fun.

But today, I actually rethink the idea. I guess I would like something more intimate, just the closest family and friends. I wouldn’t wear a huge dress or anything, just a simple and sweet one. We could get married in this Château in France and then have a honeymoon under the aurora borealis.

Although, well, that George Clooney wedding with Amal sounded great too, elegant and classy. And George took his time to settle, who knows, maybe you will marry someone better than we expect.

My wedding in real life will be small and divided into three parts, because he has family and friends in another state, and the religious service will take place in New York. I intend to do myself the invitations, decoration, looking for cheaper solutions (on wedding dress, catering and all), I intend to have fun by hiring a karaoke thing… I, from all people, who thought would never (really) get married.

Here I am. And I don’t have cold feet, perhaps I’m too old for this. I like my future husband, I think he’s a good man for me. I just know that I once had other dreams…

But I can’t wait forever, can I?

What if this is as good as it gets?

La la land

I’ve watched this movie and you know, I got more sad about it than I thought I would be (well, actually I didn’t expected to be sad, on the opposite, I thought I would be happy). 

The character of Emma Stone just reminded of myself when I was younger and had this dream of Hollywood. And then there is this moment when Ryan Gosling’s character says that we change and eventually we have to grow up. Mia ends up making the dream come true, but there is that musical sequence by the end that replays the whole story of the couple, this time as he wanted it to have played – and probably she did too – but reality was something else.

Right before her big break, Mia returns home in doubt, like “I guess this is not for me really, I have to find something else to do with my life”. She wonders that maybe she is just one of those people who never make it. 

Well, I’m one of these people. I’ve never made it. I’ve never wrote a real script, I’ve never made a movie. And of course we all have that moment you wish you’d play your life differently, but reality is not so, it was something else. 

How would I wanted to have it played? With L, sure. Wrote, traveled together, got married in white and had twins. I would have friends and love nature. The old story.

But the dream was but a dream.

Where is the love of my life who will prevent me from giving up? Who will dance with me in the star filled sky, make me like jazz and tap dance and fly?

I didn’t like this movie. Because it had so much to do with my life.

Am I allowed to love like that?

Am I allowed to love you?

To love you like that, love you beyond myself?

Love beyond the reality of my world and the physicality of this existence. Beyond time and space. Beyond what makes sense, beyond the human form.

For this is the love I have, and sometimes I feel guilty. Should I love you at all? Shouldn’t I be worried about a job, about getting old, about building a life with someone real, about real friends I don’t have, real dreams I have lost, real things I’d never wanted to have and never will?

I’m sorry, cause maybe I am not allowed. But this is the love I have.

 

 

Aug 27 dream

Dear L,

I had a dream last night. I remember just a glimpse now, but I was having a burger with this friend (the guy who is currently my boyfriend) and somehow I was waiting for you in the dream. Then you came downstairs with your entourage and stopped by me, you had already eaten and was somewhat upset with me. “Hey What’s up?”or the likes of it was what you said to me. 

Our eyes met for a long pause and deeply we look at each other and I felt, I knew, if there was anything, it was dispelled. “Let’s go”, you said.

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I have dreamt other times with you and this morning I was in the bus thinking I wanted to write that story… Of star crossed lovers. In my script they would have a happy ending. 

Perhaps I should really write some stories here? Nobody will read them really but just for the fun of imagining them and writing… I guess, perhaps, I’m missing them (the imagined stories).