21.02.24
My Dream Job
When I think back to my childhood and ponder on my thoughts about what I dreamed to be, quite frankly, I never really knew. I thought that I wanted to be teacher, then businesswoman, then homemaker. Perhaps doctor (???). I also thought to be scientist or even astronaut and the list kept going on. I never really knew what I truly wanted to be.
Now, fast-forwarding much further into the future. Never would I imagine that I would find myself as the forever student, professional coward, romantic rebel, not to mention the careless ghost writer.
I now share with you this moving image. I study this film over and over again. Each time, I pick up something new.
When I think back to my childhood and ponder on my thoughts about what I dreamed to be, quite frankly, I never really knew. I thought that I wanted to be teacher, then businesswoman, then homemaker. Perhaps doctor (???). I also thought to be scientist or even astronaut and the list kept going on. I never really knew what I truly wanted to be.
Now, fast-forwarding much further into the future. Never would I imagine that I would find myself as the forever student, professional coward, romantic rebel, not to mention the careless ghost writer.
I now share with you this moving image. I study this film over and over again. Each time, I pick up something new.
Though I have studied this film on numerous accounts, I never truly understood why I was so captivated by all that took place within. Yet, it is what I am able to capture from this moving image that has struck a great chord with me. It marks the story of my life.
The harshly critical eye may pull apart this film to circumscribe events that speak of unfaithfulness and much debauchery. But I argue here. On closer inspection, I witness the courage to take steps in the direction marked out by the images of the true heart.
The intelligent mind thinks one thing, but the true heart knows and understands so much more…
At a certain cross-section in time; at a very specific point in time, many futures meet. It is up to that one to cross-over and finally meet with his true companion and friend.
It is a story about taking chances… even for the most stoic of mind.
Love just suddenly awakened, in the midst of Tragedy: what a contradiction!
Lured and caressed by the true meaning of Love, it changes that one forever.
Lured and enticed by Love itself; how can one remain the same?
It is from this place, I dare to explore the truest desires laid bare.
I am not a speaker, yet I have lots to say.
I am not a healer, but I heal through my words.
Intelligence escapes me, yet, by intelligence, I become beheld and captivated.
I am no lover, yet I have so much still inside of me to give in all that I receive.
I neither lead nor follow. My only care is to effortlessly express.
I treasure no praise nor condemnation. My only care is to fluidly express the secret messages neatly encoded within the silent frames of my healing heart.
It is my dream, then, to still express all that rest within. This is my dream job. For now and forever will it be.
Any other way, I am as a pent up pigeon just waiting to burst through her prison doors to finally fly away as the true turtledove; all that that was buried and put away. Without it, I simply have no rest.
I write myself.
I write to myself.
I write with myself.
Though… in truth, I am no real writer.
All I do is passionately transcribe the secret notes already marked out on my heart that came from my Husband and One True Author.
I write with Love,
Marisa.
The harshly critical eye may pull apart this film to circumscribe events that speak of unfaithfulness and much debauchery. But I argue here. On closer inspection, I witness the courage to take steps in the direction marked out by the images of the true heart.
The intelligent mind thinks one thing, but the true heart knows and understands so much more…
At a certain cross-section in time; at a very specific point in time, many futures meet. It is up to that one to cross-over and finally meet with his true companion and friend.
It is a story about taking chances… even for the most stoic of mind.
Love just suddenly awakened, in the midst of Tragedy: what a contradiction!
Lured and caressed by the true meaning of Love, it changes that one forever.
Lured and enticed by Love itself; how can one remain the same?
It is from this place, I dare to explore the truest desires laid bare.
I am not a speaker, yet I have lots to say.
I am not a healer, but I heal through my words.
Intelligence escapes me, yet, by intelligence, I become beheld and captivated.
I am no lover, yet I have so much still inside of me to give in all that I receive.
I neither lead nor follow. My only care is to effortlessly express.
I treasure no praise nor condemnation. My only care is to fluidly express the secret messages neatly encoded within the silent frames of my healing heart.
It is my dream, then, to still express all that rest within. This is my dream job. For now and forever will it be.
Any other way, I am as a pent up pigeon just waiting to burst through her prison doors to finally fly away as the true turtledove; all that that was buried and put away. Without it, I simply have no rest.
I write myself.
I write to myself.
I write with myself.
Though… in truth, I am no real writer.
All I do is passionately transcribe the secret notes already marked out on my heart that came from my Husband and One True Author.
I write with Love,
Marisa.