Autumn always gave me the feeling that magical stuff are happening, whether you seeing it or not, which brings me a comfy feeling that there is so much more to experience in this world yet.

It’s been a long month, and I’ve been doing so much recently that was easy to lost track of time, and I guess part of it is because making peace and reconciling with yourself can be a heavy burden, I feel like my generation of people talk a lot about mental health but not so sure people do understand how much it takes for one to heal itself.

This month I adopted two new cats, had my sister visiting, noticed that my nephew called me old for the first time (and I felt it), celebrated my father’s birthday and bought tickets for my travels on October. Going through those events made me realize that not just life happens, but it also never stops and I’m not sure if that’s a curse or a bless, I guess we ought to discover as we keep living.

But the thing that turned the switch for me, was that for the first time I got myself watching the Invincible series, and it was actually a very pleasant experience, I usually don’t watch too many stuff I kinda lack the habit, but it got me glued to the screen for quite some time.
My point in bringing this up is that (contains spoiler from season 2), is that after Mark got his as beaten up really hard by his own father, Omni Man asks him what/who he’d have 500 years ahead from that, since humans have all the debuffs and short lifespan comparing to them, and Mark answers that he’d still have his dad… that broke the man, and after giving some thought it broke me as well.

Am often tormented with this thought that humans do indeed live short lives, we don’t get to experience half of what we want and we get to want even less that we can even imagine, but all the connections we do, the way we love, how we break and then build everything up again, we try and try, and keep trying some more and the more I think about it, I get to the conclusion that am not entirely sure that we’re not stupid, but damn we work really hard and that’s so, so lovable.
At the end of our fragile lives, full of terrors and uncertainty, the key to survive and transcent time and space will always be love, for the ones we love don’t ever die, they change us and keep living inside of this beautiful beating heart, as along as we love we’re immortals.

I’d rather be Eternal than Invincible.

Yours,
M.

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I’m Maria.

I do have a thing for reading. Am short and sometimes angy. I enjoy sunsets more than sunrises, am always up for a cup of tea and would love having a second breakfast of all sorts. I could spend hours just contemplating the sky and recently I realized that if you take the optimist of a better tomorrow I become nothing but an empty shell. Join me on whatever this blog may (or may not) be, for one can never know. Let’s have some adventures!

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