when getting in touch with new souls, sometimes you'll find yourself at the other side of the rainbow all of a sudden.it's always good to go to new places, you might not know what you'll find there but in the end it is mostly yourself.
I've been thinking about the sentiment of losing yourself and came to the conclusion that it is an oxymoron because of all the things, the one you always carry with you is yourself.
throwing yourself out there into the world is a step out of the nest full of lovely habits like the sort of tea you love to drink, the magic language only your friends will understand, the little café where you always get free warm milk in your coffee because you go there everyday and the spot on the hill where the sky swallows the city that will always calm you down.
when you take advantage of a flock of wild birds and see where they'll take you, none of this might be there.
it might thus feel like you are somewhat not there, because in a wider sense all of these things are you.
still, you are. the self is an overgrown garden that is always there which means you can go everywhere and it will be home.
you'll see that you are more than the sum of all the things you think you are (like the things you do, the things you like), you'll see the essence of you.
you are free to go wherever you go.
you are free wherever you go.
these days, my ways led me to a forgotten paradise, laying unnoticed right in the french city where the astonishing fanny latour-lambert captured me through her artistic eye.
there were exotic birds singing songs of faraway places and floral houses that know no winter. I learned about a rabbit breed called flemish giant, am planning to adopt one one day when I grow my own vegetables in a house with an alcove and made friends with a black cat.
photography by fanny latour-lambert
I've been thinking about the sentiment of losing yourself and came to the conclusion that it is an oxymoron because of all the things, the one you always carry with you is yourself.
throwing yourself out there into the world is a step out of the nest full of lovely habits like the sort of tea you love to drink, the magic language only your friends will understand, the little café where you always get free warm milk in your coffee because you go there everyday and the spot on the hill where the sky swallows the city that will always calm you down.
when you take advantage of a flock of wild birds and see where they'll take you, none of this might be there.
it might thus feel like you are somewhat not there, because in a wider sense all of these things are you.
still, you are. the self is an overgrown garden that is always there which means you can go everywhere and it will be home.
you'll see that you are more than the sum of all the things you think you are (like the things you do, the things you like), you'll see the essence of you.
you are free to go wherever you go.
you are free wherever you go.
these days, my ways led me to a forgotten paradise, laying unnoticed right in the french city where the astonishing fanny latour-lambert captured me through her artistic eye.
there were exotic birds singing songs of faraway places and floral houses that know no winter. I learned about a rabbit breed called flemish giant, am planning to adopt one one day when I grow my own vegetables in a house with an alcove and made friends with a black cat.
photography by fanny latour-lambert
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