Alive

Took me some time to decide what theme, pictures, videos, pretty much anything that would be the first post of this journal, and after giving some thought about this it suddenly hit me that I’ve been reading blogs and writing about things my entire life. Either it be because I’m turning myself on some sort of memo keeper or just because putting down stuff makes me feel like I’m saving a life, probably mine.

That made me think of how much time has passed, and sometimes it feels like its been so long since I last allowed myself to start something just for the thrill or curiosity of it, not everything needs to be made of pure productivity, we are allowed to have fun and learn as well. Time can be cruel and still how do we decide to be even crueler to ourselves. Growing up can feel like a punishment, it’s silly but very real to me.

The more I think of it I see that slowing down brings me clarity, makes me see the whole scenario and grants me the ability to focus on its scattered pieces. Reminding to be outside more, to watch the moon and stars, feel the sun warming my skin and seeing myself as someone who belongs to that moment. Then everytime I feel a breeze brushing through my hair I know that this heart still beats.

A few months ago I went to a coffee date with a friend, she’s still on her twenties while I’ve been buying skincare products and thinking that at 32 I won’t ever be this young again. At some point of our convo she asked me my age, and after finding out she reacted with:

Oh dear, but you look so young and you also do a lot of stuff too! How come that you’re on your 30’s?

It first drove me skeptic about how can someone ask this without giving a single thought and I laughed, then while explaining that life doesn’t end when you pass your twenties, made me realize that there’s still a lot to live. To write down. To photograph. To get to know, to experience, to breathe and to love…

So let’s live, and every once in a while, register some good memories to visit and remind ourselves that we deserve every ounce of joy that we may get on this journey. ♥

Yours,
M.

Memories from: London Coffee Station – May, 2025.