The way up to Whistler from Vancouver is one of the most outstanding landscapes I have ever seen. The mountains are so close to you with the snow on top and the ocean shines with the sun rays. I get overwhelmed looking out of the window, my mind goes far away to the very top of every mountain I see. I feel so small and so happy.
And of course, I lost myself in thought about everything around me and how the pieces are slowly falling back into place, how a different scenario at a same surround is not necessarily bad, and how the things you once feared are so easy to face now. And how, again, time’s been a friend and the normality is starting to set place in my heart again.
.Deep Breath. .Another Mountain. .Closer to the Top.
The thing with me is, I get attached. Not easily, believe me. But I get attach, to a place, to a house, to a gift, and especially to someone. And once I am attached it’s difficult to let go. When I look back the people around me, the ones that actually enchanted me are still around, the same friends and that old and ripped sweater that feels like part of your body. I don’t usually let people in my life, but when I do it’s forever.
That got me thinking about some situations in life when you go too far and get too attached and then it’s so stuck on you that it hurts to detach. You can, of course, let go but it’s not the most fun thing to experience. Then I ask myself, so then why in the world would you ever get attached?
After a silent stare outside of the same window, but with a different mountain staring back at me, I realized that I don’t want to live my life in fear of getting hurt or to have a bunch of “what ifs” and doubts in my mind. I don’t want to leave things unsaid, or not to hug when all I wanted to do was open my arms, I don’t want to be afraid.
I want to live my life in the fullest way I can ever live. And if to be true to myself and the people around me means taking a chance of getting hurt, then so be it. I rather get attached than never knowing how it feels like.
Awesome long-weekend up in Whistler by the way. You rock girlie!
And of course, I lost myself in thought about everything around me and how the pieces are slowly falling back into place, how a different scenario at a same surround is not necessarily bad, and how the things you once feared are so easy to face now. And how, again, time’s been a friend and the normality is starting to set place in my heart again.
.Deep Breath. .Another Mountain. .Closer to the Top.
The thing with me is, I get attached. Not easily, believe me. But I get attach, to a place, to a house, to a gift, and especially to someone. And once I am attached it’s difficult to let go. When I look back the people around me, the ones that actually enchanted me are still around, the same friends and that old and ripped sweater that feels like part of your body. I don’t usually let people in my life, but when I do it’s forever.
That got me thinking about some situations in life when you go too far and get too attached and then it’s so stuck on you that it hurts to detach. You can, of course, let go but it’s not the most fun thing to experience. Then I ask myself, so then why in the world would you ever get attached?
After a silent stare outside of the same window, but with a different mountain staring back at me, I realized that I don’t want to live my life in fear of getting hurt or to have a bunch of “what ifs” and doubts in my mind. I don’t want to leave things unsaid, or not to hug when all I wanted to do was open my arms, I don’t want to be afraid.
I want to live my life in the fullest way I can ever live. And if to be true to myself and the people around me means taking a chance of getting hurt, then so be it. I rather get attached than never knowing how it feels like.
Awesome long-weekend up in Whistler by the way. You rock girlie!
