Going trough my gypsy summer and checking the archive makes me realize more and more
the fact that we tend to enjoy the taste of the past no matter what really happened before.
With the development of your vision of the world you start to perceive the events in a more
complex/sophisticated way and yet simple enough to catch the main concept. When you
listen to a song that even reminds you of a horrific limbo that took place in your personal history,
you calculate the sum of the polarities and still the feeling that it was your experience and that
you went to the next stage covers the whole period with a positive feeling.
So clearly - if you are going the enjoy most of the experiences after certain period of time, no
matter of the final outcome or if the period was rusty or golden then comes the question:
Why don’t you start enjoying everything while it’s still happening and then coming back for a smile when you want to? You know, the never ending fun…
Disappointments are always because of our “expectations” rather than reality.
Life is good. Everyone just overreacts. Even me.
my entire childhood in bulgaria can be summed up by this image.
I was coming home yesterday and saw few cats drinking beer on the streets and they were like ‘hey bro, let’s go and bomb tonight, why you always refuse… you don’t care about the young scene anymore! why don’t you bring back that hoodrat thrill to the forgotten block’ and I said ‘fuck you, I don’t have any paint left’ and soon after that they opened their backpacks where I swear they got like the whole pantone and RAL color charts (I think they’ve discovered a new non existing color too) and of course I did my best to empty everything till the morning. After midnight the guy even called his moms to bring him an old german Stylefile magazine from his home where there was a flick of my panel rolling which somehow I missed to see and she came with the mag to see her drunk kid too…
Well-trained reflexes are quicker than luck
The inner voice comes out with a spectrum of visual illuminations
this makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
i don’t know whether or not this is photo was taken in bulgaria, but it definitely reminds me of when i was four and i took the train from sofia to plovdiv. i’m pretty sure it was my first train ride ever, and i distinctly remember the rush i experienced while hanging my head out of one of the windows and seeing everything go by at a consistent pace, completely uninterrupted. we took the “nice” express train… taking it again 8 years later made me realize it wasn’t all that nice, but to this day i love traveling by train more than anything else.