BlogMas 2019 Day One - Jiff

Hello.

Another year. Another Day One.

I'm fully cognizant of how quickly this particular year has gone by. 2019 began on a note that was very consistent with 2018. And people who were around in either or both those years know which direction I'm prompting them toward. This was one of the years I never would have even hallucinated to turn out the way it did.  Imagine a low exposure picture of a speeding car - that's the vignette that'll always emanate whenever I'll speculate about 2019. But while I was in that car that was darting towards the yearend, I retain every single detail. Everything that I did unsoundly, or soundly, arresting, or passable, I witnessed a lot about the kind of person I want to be ten years from present day.

One of the things I learned is, there's a very petite space between any two people that's tacit. It's also unto us what to fill that space with. And it's a potent misconception that filling that room up with words will bring you closer. And, assuming time and space to be the same is another one.

Nobody can make you feel good about yourself like that second person. Nobody can, also, make you feel good about yourself, like yourself. 

Words are how the world gets by. It's also a blue truth how we don't comprehend the competency of words on our own selves all that well. There are a lot of grey spaces in our relationship with ourselves. And, no one is willing to address these. The reason, I reckon, we're also not cordial with ourselves is most of us are still dubious about who we are. Because, that's not a relationship we generously invest in. We invest enough in all exchanges of our lives for them to be chromatically sound, while alone, we're all living in sepia hues. It's an obligation to love yourself; because, really, how can you live without yourself? Know how you always recollect how someone smelled nice, or laughed too hard? How many of such beats can your mind reproduce about yourself?

Look at yourself, touch yourself. Know what feels good. What makes you feel invincible, and vulnerable. And dwell, arduously and coherently, on what hurts.

Hit a nerve with yourself. 

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artists: Zsolt Varga Zoltán Szalay

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,

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