A blog about living at the event horizon

You can only control what you feel. The fastest way to recharge is to feel love. It doesn’t matter for whom. Because you feel it. And it charges you. For feeling it. It doesn’t charge you or deplete you in any way by what others feel (for you) if your battery is full. Tungsten full, 100% conductible. Yes, metaphorically. I mean, an intensity so powerful that it needs the highest resistance metal to contain it. And keep it on for others to see it. To feel it. An emotional lighthouse.But sometimes you can also feel what others feel, in a close enough loop. In a temporary resonance chamber, you can also feel colours. Their colours. You know what’s funny, that in the end we all search for something that we already had. Felt. At some point in our lives. But we can’t remember it.For those moments when we felt full. Perfectly aligned with everything. The perfect moments. The perfect memories. The freedom to resonate into everything and receive back. Guiding ourselves like a 🦇 in the dark. And knowing that we will still be safe.An emotional symphony of colours. Peace through feeling and sustaining a neverending sea of colours, without having to provide any numbers or letters for them to… feel validated and light up. And keep on.I think I caused myself diabetes. Metaphorically. And that’s when it’s the time to switch from serial to parallel.And wake up. Again.When we can finally engage our brain fully by connecting reading, physics, chemistry, biology, music, arts and of course, mathematics all at once. A chaos. But the chaos that brings us peace and happiness.Another one, what’s the point of “exceeding expectations” if it doesn’t bring us anything more than “meeting expectations”?! Sometimes, not resigning and managing to hold on, even doing the bare minimum, in a period of complete chaos, can also count as “exceeding expectations”. But where the difference really makes a difference. I mean, to keep the light on. It’s very expensive to power a nuclear plant for fueling a time machine… to allow you to keep teleporting yourself whenever you were still happy.

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