by eatmorearts
Once upon a time, a young woman was discovering herself and embracing her freedom to the fullest. And then it happened, You, and the message. The message which questioned her coffee taste. Every Viennese is a coffee expert, or at least he assumes so. I let myself in, and the game of mastering the skill of communication got started.
Funny how an easy start can make a relationship, which two people tend to build up, complicated and complex. Words are spoken, but are they understood? Playing with feelings is a harsh label I tend to skip, in order to describe a huge desire to be likeable. Can I, a person with the potential to fall in love with, be a Homo Faber (the concept that human beings are able to control their fate and their environment as a result of the use of tools)? Is it possible to take control and responsibilities for the universe? The Universal concept of – “If I die, let me die in the morning.” – is something I reached with You.
If You agree, I would like to explain to our audience this concept of a therapy weekend, or this fabulous weekend of a transformation of two beautiful minds. Let’s play a game. So, it goes like this:
Put a finger down:
if you answered a text from a stranger on a dating up,
if you did it only because he/she has kind eyes,
if you discussed your coffee tastes,
if you got off randomly at a train station to meet that person,
if he/she said yes to this crazy idea,
if you celebrated a mail-stone together,
if you enjoyed a hot Viennese summer night,
if you felt like only two people on its streets (and a bike between you),
if you listened to his/her vinyl records at his/her fesch apartment,
if you exchanged passions, food, books and stayed friends.
How many fingers are still standing up? Hm, in my case, a fool such as I am, none. But this time I am growing. I feel my heart and soul-stretching. No, this isn’t something bad per se.
You show me where I stand. You taught me to freely embrace my personality and gave me fertile ground for my self-development. You reminded me to take more chances. The feeling of regret is the one which kills an artistic soul. Try V, play, explore and fly. This time I feel it, I am close. One more step separates me from my next life-station.
Sitting on Your window, morning, music, Vienna… The rain starts… With the last smoke, I breathe out the loneliness, at least for today… Don’t overthink, let us be here and now, the time will show. Maybe next time I will be the one to get off the train and wait for You to smile back. It was nice meeting You, my friend.
P.S. Put a finger down if you fell in love and got hurt again, but still keep on trying…
© eatmorearts 2020-07-14