On the arm you wrap around me is written in ink: "Beware the ordinary life".
February last year I wrote a blog post called How routine kills the passion. I wrote about how scared I was that my life would turn into routine, that I would have a job that no longer inspired me and live with a partner who no longer surprised or challenged me. That I at some point will stop dreaming, stop journeying towards a better person. And that I will be totally comfortable with that. That is what scares me the most.
I did not know you back then. Maybe I passed you in the streets without knowing that you two years later would change my life. Who knows. It simply was not our time to meet.
We met on September 25. It was this year's first Grand Final Day and despite the lack of results, the people of Geelong were out partying. Luckily, so were you and I. I saw you in the crowd, you had a cool jacket on, Beatles St. Pepper kind of thing. So I turned to look again.
You showed me your tattoo and maybe I knew right there and then. Beware the ordinary life. Four words that managed to incorporate everything I for so long had tried to express.
Thanks to you I am now rereading my own essays and short stories and I'm rediscovering The Alchemist, 1984 and Extremely loud and incredibly close. Three books I gave to you because they changed my life and mean a lot to me. Three books you're reading with a passion I hope you'll keep forever. Through you I have rediscovered my passion for my work and frightened I look back at how close I was to embracing my biggest fear. I had forgotten why I became a writer in the first place and I allowed my creativity to be governed by others, by should do's and must do's. It is time to write for me again. I thank you for reminding me of that.
On the arm you wrap around me is written in ink: "Beware the ordinary life". The four words that made me fall.
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Nå kjenner jeg at jeg ble ganske rørt her jeg sitter.. Du er utrolig flink til å uttrykke deg med ord, sette en stemning, og ramme inn det hele med et fint tema. Jeg er ikke så flink til å uttrykke meg, men håper du skjønner hva jeg mener. <3
Nå har det skjedd noe her Mari. Dette er min favoritt av alt du har skrevet så langt. Det kler deg å skrive mer personlig, som om distansen til ordene er borte.
Ser ut som om dette er et lykketreff, både for skrivingen og for livet ditt førøvrig :)
wow, I'm a bit lost for words, actually..flattered is word i'm looking for. flattered that someone else has actually "read" the message and taken it in.
thanks for the kind words :)
Hanna, jeg skjønner hva du mener, det gjør jeg alltid. Og jeg liker hva du mener. Du er fin! Betyr mye å høre at du ble rørt. Takk.
Alice, for en fantastisk setning, "som om distansen til ordene er borte". Det var vakkert sagt.
Sean, thank you. <3
Kjenner meg igjen i Hanna sine ord, jeg ble rett og slett rørt. Lesesal og klump i halsen er dårlig kombo, men sånn går det når du skriver så inderlig og så vakkert.
Ønsker deg alt godt for evig jeg, lille venn, og misunner deg din evne til å sette ord på følelsene dine.
Oah, saa koselig. Tusen takk Snusi, det var fint sagt :)
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