A brand new about, this is what I want;
Now you know it. Come back to it.
The old writing and about, yeah really funny, super duper so. It was about me then, not now, it does not represent me anymore. While, of course, completely representing me. No longer will the body references make sense, thank God too, just imagine it for yourself.
The old stuff was my fight to live, to bring the basic safety necessities into my life, what was needed to achieve it. I have everything I need for now, my two struggles, the last two left, well they aren’t really struggles anymore.
Financially, with confidence but not confirmation, I am being looked after. The second, isolation, will look after itself. The struggles both go away. The writing now gets to reflect it, the transition from work to live, from fight to freedom.
I get to live the freest life, start here, and if it’s not what I want, delete completely and try again. A three-monthly, longer/shorter, complete life reset, I can be whoever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want.
I won’t be, I’ll be Me, just Me. Me here there and everywhere. Without any pressure me, the best version for now. This environment is not the environment, move on, new country, new phone number, complete deletion of the old one.
Like, if there isn’t enough to keep me there, there isn’t enough to keep me there. You didn’t bring enough value to my life, me not enough to yours, it is what it is, no point bringing it forward with me.
I love this recent jump into WhatsApp again, just love it, I have deleted the thing. Not bringing it back, have a local number everywhere, new one each time, perfect, fuck off old life, welcome new attempt. That’s what it is too, if I don’t want to be there I won’t, I will not do it through a screen, none of it, not a second of it. Unless you text message me, ha, and you need to do it in a local number, no fancy plan for me, old school and old school only.
Which isn’t old school, but is old school enough for the school we live in.
My title, and the picture, both represent what I am seeking. A good root isn’t merely about getting any old root, it is the root, the root of all roots. A root that can only be achieved through pure safety and trust. A root I want for all of us, all world issues would be solved! I get this and there is nowhere else I will ever want to be again, we move on to part three of this thing.
We continue learning in our space together, it is important, start by looking beyond the title and understanding the aim. I still fight to remove discrimination from my world, understand it, we’ll continue to educate. It’ll just be better than it was before, same intentions and outcomes, just different stories told differently.
We start here too, the reason I knew instantaneously I loved Ecuador, the photo. At first I thought it was a kids play area near the smokers before realising what it was. Thought to myself, well, now here is a country I can call home.
It was a reflection on another story;
A woman and her best friend, Fido the dog, die tragically at the very same time. The two of them enter the afterlife together. Daphne says to Fido, well, at least we’re here together pal. Gives Fido a pat, Fido rubs against her leg.
The two of them come up to the first gates, big beautiful colourful glowing things, extremely inviting. Guarded by two massive guardians. Daphne asks if she can come inside, yes the response, Daphne calls Fido, not for him the response.
Daphne takes a step back and says, well, if woman cannot take her best friend to the forever it isn’t somewhere I want to be.
I do not know the end of the story, do not care, the message is the only thing that matters and really matters to know about me. Everything is simply equal to me, us all, everything, I just want us to treat each other with love. The type of love that will not allow us to leave those we care about behind. My intention is for this to come through in the writing, see if we can understand it together.