“Het grootste deel van je leven ben je aan het werk. Ik vind het heel belangrijk dat mensen het naar hun zin hebben op hun werkplek. Als mensen hun werk graag doen stralen ze dat uit. Klanten voelen dat als ze een winkel binnenlopen. Het is ontzettend bepalend voor de sfeer in een zaak. De uitstraling van medewerkers kan een zaak maken of breken. Sommige Venlose ondernemers moeten dit nog een beetje leren. In steden als Den Bosch of Maastricht hebben ze dit al helemaal door. Ik werk al mijn hele leven in de modebranche. Momenteel ben ik shopmanager voor een bekend kledingmerk.”
My back is warmed by the morning sun. I stretch and relax while steadily the sun makes my hair shine through sifts. I like the way it makes things look happier even when well, the night before we were wrapped in our utter coldness. I like how i can let go of the bewilderment of human relations by simply looking at the empty ways and making halfass stories like this and the next I will come up with. 🌞
I always found freedom in running
To lands where trees meet the skies at different heights
Where rain falls at a slower speed and people speak with different tongues
I found nothing more satiating than wine in plastic cups on rooftops in streets I never knew the name of
Sit still, my mother would tell me
Don’t let this opportunity slip between your fingers
But many a desk I did sit upon
Only to curate fancy resignation letters that read
“I am off to a path that aligns with my heart”
I was not born to sit
I was not born to stand
I was born to run
This chair is comfortable, yes
But I look better when I stand, yes
Even better when I walk, yes
But wait until you see me run
To lands where trees meet the skies at different heights
And people stay up talking all night
Where money doesn’t buy you time
And your professionalism ain’t worth a dime
Those lands I did belong to once
As I danced in the ice cold rain, when bombs colored the sky and everyone around me went insane
Many a night did I let down my tears, and many a time did I promise I’d run for years
Never settling in one land long enough to learn the names of its streets
I didn’t want to memorize the songs of the birds when they sing because it would mean i’ve been here too long
I was born to run, I thought
But with age my legs have learned to rest in one spot
They don’t know whether to listen to my head or my heart
Your cheeks I do caress
With love I do intend
To transcend running for once in my life
And become the bird I idolize
To many a skies does it fly
But always returns to its nest at night
You can't see how far you've come when you're always focused on where you're going.
I took a personality test for my first job out of college, and one of my top traits was “futuristic,” or “inspired by what could be.”
It's true, I spend a chunk of my time visualizing what I want.
This conflicts with “living in the moment”, but I appreciate this part of myself (as much as I hate it) because it motivates me to keep going.
Last year around this time, I celebrated my birthday with five of my best friends. But my reunion with them was sabotaged by an undertone of insecurity because I kept questioning my path in life, which is easy to do when your girlfriends are boss bitches taking over each corner of the world. I had a crappy hotel job with ridiculous hours, which I supplemented with a side hustle that left me with no free time. Getting my work into online publications felt impossible, and writing a book was only a distant dream.
It's not that I want to stop hustling and just pat myself on the back. But I think it's important to recognize our successes, no matter how minimal they feel, and to self-actualize in a way that says, “okay...I see you, bad ass. Keep going,” rather than the, “you're not doing enough bitch,” attitude that has dominated most of my career.
But hey, acknowledging a flaw is the first step to eradicating it.
The silhouettes curl upon the clouds and all I can see are your eyes in the dusk.
There are many questions that I want to ask, but I stop myself. And so,I don't speak.
This time, I want the silences to do what my words cannot.
This time, I do not want your eyes to see those haikus that I write for you everyday.
I want your heart to feel that my love is enough for you to hear the words that my eyes speak to you everyday, to bear my silences or maybe, my ruined heart.
And after you can understand the silence that my heart wears on its sleeves everyday, would be the day I will tell you,
I will tell you that I love you.
However, words won't matter anyway.
They never did.
You can walk a story for someone, write long paragraphs about how their lashes roll and their freckles look beautiful. And moreover, how their flaws are the most amazing things about them.
And until you don't find someone who understands your silences more than your words, be brave enough to change the protagonist of the story from them to your own self. - Rashi Bareja #thestorywaala
I still like that name. That name has a different feel to it. Bombay is infectious, really. Once you have lived here, you can never feel like living anywhere else. The air, people, places, everything here makes you feel included like you belong here.
I am addicted to Bombay. It’s not so much about what I have learnt about this city. Rather it is what the city has made me learn about myself. It sounds clichéd but it’s true. 12 years ago, on this day, Bombay taught me something that I can never forget.
26th July 2005. A date which every Mumbaikar dreads to think about. Bombay was almost drowned. People lost their lives. The city was in a chaos like never before. Everything came to a standstill. Lights shut. Power down. Phone networks jammed. It would be a miracle if we survived, was the only thought in everyone’s mind.
A young girl, just out of school, I was stuck all by myself in this chaos too. I didn’t know anyone. I was just hoping to reach home before it gets worse. But I couldn’t. Jumping from the local train, walking on the railway tracks, almost getting swept into the water current - the nightmare had already begun. It was 6pm and pitch dark with rain pouring in nonstop. I managed to reach the nearest station. I couldn’t reach anyone on phone. I had no idea what to do or where to go or whom to ask for help. There was no food. There were no washrooms to use. As I stood up there on the bridge, I could see the whole of Bombay running around crying for help. Will I ever reach home back? With that thought in mind, I sat in one corner of that railway station, crying all night, all by myself.
That day, I saw Bombay with a new perspective. It made me realize how strong I am. I never knew I could survive such a terrible nightmare, but I did. Bombay taught me to fight, be patient, be tolerant and above all, showed me that if there is one place where I truly belong, it is right here. My heart beats here. My dreams come true here. Bombay, you are my happy place. ♥
(Rilke, lost in thought, takes off his hat and surrenders on the chair, rests his arm on the table.)
Simona: Romance is unsatisfactory by default. Addictive and imperfect.
(Simone plays her favorite song by Leonard Cohen on the keyboard)
Simona: We must tell a story with verisimilitude; one that makes us think and hymn..
🎵 Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There's a crack in everything
That's how the lights gets in🎵
Rilke: Great song. (Walks towards Simone)
Will you play that for me again?
Simone: (plays the melody with different lyrics)
🎵 That’s how we unfinish some books
By letting our demigoddesses
Walk us through..🎵
(Rilke smiles and leans to kiss Simone. His phone beeps.)
📲 Text message from Clara
TO BE CONTINUED..✍
(Song copyright: #camilleosullivan )