My Minimalist Escape – How Minimalism helped my life

 
We were never meant to live life accumulating stuff.
We were meant to live simply, enjoying the experience of life, the people of life and the journey of life – not the things of life

This is what Joshua Becker wrote in his bestseller “Simplify” and as a newly minimalism disciple I couldn’t agree more. Whether you are an avid follower of  @MarieKondo or never heard of her obsession with tidiness, you must have heard of the new “less is more” thinking trend which I already mentioned here and here.

Back in 2013 when I started looking critically at all the stuff in my wardrobe, I was still in my full-time corporate job in London. Appearance back then was crucial and I really struggled to make the first steps into a less-cluttered life. However, with the purpose to have a bigger budget to travel with, I started selling my designers’ shoes, bags and clothes on eBay, putting everything I got from the sales into my “To Travel Is To Live” Saving Account. Things got much harder when I started decluttering my sentimental and personal boxes filled with letters, books, pictures, postcards and other notes. It was much easier for me to get rid of my material stuff without a blink of the eye, but throwing away drawings of my nephew and old letters felt distasteful and rude. So…I didn’t.

I decided that there is a limit to the things I feel good without and there are less-expensive but more valuable things that I will never throw in a bin. I had to accept my personal limits. You have to find and accept yours.

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Two year ago, I stored all my remaining belongings at a friends house, (Thanks, Duncan!) and left with a 12kg backpack on my shoulders and a 5kg camera bag as a carry-on. Fast forward to a few months later and I had collected shells, books, clothes, souvenirs from all over India and Australia, which weighed me down enormously. So, once again I was faced with the tough process of letting go. But of what?

One day back in my hostel in Darwin, I pulled out all my belongings which I guess were well above 30kg by then and distributed them all over the floor. I started a rough Project333 with all the clothes I owned, realising soon that some things I bought in India were not suitable for the rest of my journey in Australia; several books (which I already read) were taking most of my bag’s space; and two pairs of shoes were so destroyed and disgusting after hundreds of miles that it was a huge relief to see them in the rubbish. I made a bag of clothes to leave in the free for all basket of the hostel, left most of my books on the exchange shelf and picked only one promising myself -once again!!!- to switch to my Kindle permanently. Since that episode, I decided to keep the number of things I own and travel with down to the same number. If I acquire a new item, I will force myself to get rid of something that’s already in my bag. This is my new rule and has been working for the past four months.

But there are many things I would do differently if I could start this trip all over again, that’s why I’m sharing the following tips to start your transition into a minimalist life b e f o r e setting off for a long trip or a relocation abroad.

DON’T PACK. JUST GO. 

I am not a pro at this minimalism game, I still struggle to let go of things while I try to accumulate/buy less, but I’ve learnt that living and travelling with less is much easier and cheaper (just think of the price of extra luggage every time you catch a plane!). First and foremost, forget all the packing tips you find online, I would just recommend you to leave home with a fraction of what you think you will need, not half as some suggest, but a 10th. It will be too impossible to resist the temptation of buying new clothes and various souvenirs  especially if you are travelling to cheap countries, so be smart and leave plenty of room in your bag right from the start, and don’t fret you will reunite with your favourite t-shirt or jumper upon your return, I promise!

SELL IT OR GIVE IT TO A CHARITY 

It’s hard to get rid of things you paid and it’s even harder to get back the money you spent on it, but my philosophy is that it’s better to have $50 rather than a $100 jacket I never use. Start slowly with a winter clear out, go through all the things you own and make groups: old-but-I-love, never-used-once, too-small/too-big, emotional-value and start getting rid of all the things you know you don’t need. Put them on eBay or Gumtree or even get down to your local market or charity shop. I got so used of using the same 5/6 outfits I own, that I love having a restricted choice to make every morning a bit like Mark Zuckerberg’s grey t-shirt and jeans work uniform.

…But Keep What Makes You Happy

As I struggled to get rid of books and things of emotional value, I’ve decided that I don’t have to get rid of everything, I can and must keep the things that bring happy memories to me, photos and letters that belong to a distant past perhaps but that still make me happy today. Some minimalism fundamentalists would shout at me for writing this, but I don’t believe in owning a set amount of items is the key to happiness, I believe in owning only things that add value to your life and this is even truer while travelling.

You can’t change the people around you, but you can change the people around you.
Joshua Fields Millburn, Everything That Remains

DO YOU REALLY NEED IT?

Before buying anything new ask yourself: do I really need it? This is something I ask myself every time I’m in a shop and I’m tempted to spend a few bucks on something. Most of the time, the answer is “Nope, I don’t” and leave the shop empty-handed but proud of myself. Something that I started practising back in London, it’s now a useful habit I cling to while browsing stores in Port Douglas, Perth, Sydney and Melbourne. Here, the things I need are very few and often are just things I need to replace because they finish (toiletries, food…) or they have worn out. So, once you learn to make a distinction between what you want and what you need, you will soon realise that your life is already pretty complete and you will start saving heaps of money on useless stuff. If on your travel you see presents and things you love for your family and friends, my top tip is to pack it and mail it immediately. Don’t make the mistake to drag it with you across a country as I did, the gift will get ruined and your money will be wasted.

Clutter is a manifestation of a) holding onto the past and b) fear of what might happen in the future.
Leo Babauta, Clutterfree

BUY EXPERIENCES, NOT STUFF 

More importantly, I am a big advocate of experiences VS things. In a world where we are all submerged in stuff, unique experiences can really stand out. I remember the face of my parents when I bought them a cruise ticket for their 40th anniversary. They expected the usual material thing, but once they came back they told me it was the best experience of their life. I also bought swimming courses, amusement park tickets and dance classes to my nephews and friends. These are things that you can keep in your house, but the memories you make are going to stay with you for a very long time. What’s more important those happy moments?

The best things in life aren’t things.
Joshua Becker

DIGITAL DECLUTTERING

But minimalism is not just about material things, it’s also about our busy digital lives. Since I’ve been away, I’ve unsubscribed from most of the newsletters I once found interesting but actually never read, I consciously cleaned my Facebook wall and Instagram feed by all the negative people, cat-lovers, depressive attitudes to have my rare moments of connectivity only filled with joy, happy moments and real friends instead. And having a limited or no internet connection I quickly developed a very harsh filtering system for what emails I want to read or reply to. Similarly, I found it surprisingly easy and calming to ignore a lot of social media updates and stuff, even though that’s the industry I work in, and I’ve been amazed by the positive effects this change has had on my creativity and how much time I now have to spend on my writing, photography or simply enjoying my occasional free time instead.  The idea is that your real life is more important of your social media persona, and you should rather spend time living life rather than sharing it online.

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Do something incredible. Don’t tweet about it.
Colin Wright

And while it’s easier to travel with a minimalist mindset, it’s also true that travelling helps you become a better minimalist. After all this time away, I’m dreading the moment I will have to go through all the stuff I left behind and I already know that I should have binned most of it before leaving. And travelling with less is less stressful. I’m no longer scared of losing things behind (well except my camera gear, laptop, hard drive and passport) but I learnt that all other things are simply replaceable.

 BECOME A BETTER MINIMALIST WITH THESE PROS: 

BOOKS: 

  • Everything that remains, The Minimalists
  • Simplify, Joshua Becker
  • The Joy of Less, A Minimalist Living Guide: How to Declutter, Organize, and Simplify Your Life, Francine Jay
  • The Power Of Less: The Fine Art of Limiting Yourself to the Essential, Leo Babauta
  • My Exile Lifestyle, Colin Wright

The moral of the story: we don’t really need that much stuff both at the home and especially while travelling. You may have been forced into thinking that you need that brand new car, that you need to upgrade your phone. The truth is that you don’t. I’ve learnt to spend the money that I would have otherwise spent on buying new clothes and stuff on experiencing life and seeing the world. I couldn’t recommend you enough to do the same.

Love people, use things. The opposite never works.
The Minimalists

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Thank you, Miss Fear

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FEAR is the answer you were waiting for.

To the ones who asked me W H Y I left my very good and well-paid job in London, to the dozens of emails I receive weekly asking how, and to the many messages and comments seeking advice on how to follow your desire to travel the world.

Yes, in November 2014 Miss Fear paid me a visit and pushed me out of my comfort zone and “easy” life in the UK.

I had always been a golden child, pushed by competition and a hunger for achievement. I had to win. Always. Very often people looking at my life would tell me “You’ve nailed it”. At the age of 26, I had nailed it. Totally. And more so by 28, 29. Achieving and smashing goals was my favourite sport in my twenties. I was so focused on it that I completely forgot to stop and think if I was playing a game I was interested in, or not.

The truth is that at 30 I no longer wanted to play that game I was so good at.

And then fear came to visit me. 

Fear to miss out, fear I would never be truly happy despite all my professional success and accomplishments on the corporate ladder, fear I would postpone my own dream to travel to prioritise the common goal of a shining CV and spotless career.
The fear I would never see the world with my own eyes, photograph it or writing about it.
Fear my travel around Australia, New Zealand, Fiji and Samoa would stay in the dream drawer forever.
Fear that I might die before I could see all the things I wanted to see, do, experience or be.
The fear I would never touch the Taj Mahal, speak a few words of Hindi and fear I couldn’t ever surf in Australia, fear I would never ride a camel. The fear I couldn’t see a kangaroo or hug a koala or watch the stars in the middle of the desert.
The fear I would never become a digital nomad or discover the secrets of Myanmar.
The fear I would miss my one chance to be happy. This might sound all a bit dramatic, because it is, in fact. When somebody close to you dies, that fear you have dominated, forgotten or avoided for so long, comes out of nowhere and starts eating you alive. This is what happened in 2015 and this is what got me on the road a few months later.

– Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. 
James Neil Hollingsworth.

Get out
Eat the world
Love unconditionally
Learn a new language
Dance with strangers
Close your map
Get lost
Breath
Inspire and be inspired
Switch your phone off
Laugh
Cry
Explore
Be alive

F E E L 

Fear is not the problem. 
What you do with it is. 

 

One more mistake

I’ve listened to my instinct this time , just in time to avoid the catastrophe, just in time before what I’ve put together in the last few months, was once again distroyed. I’ve listened to that silent screaming voice that was saying “don’t do it!” And I’ve stopped. Just in time.

Life is too short to waste time trying to force or convince people to love us.
Let’s take the love that is given to us, easily, smoothly, generously, without other expectations than to be loved back.
Let’s give it to people who are able to receive it.

There is no point in playing the best song to a deaf person.
There is no reason to show the sunset to a blind one.

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Happiness is doing what you love.

Now… There are some days that start in a special way and then, end even better.

Today was one of them.

I woke up to the amazing surprise of having gained my 1000th IG follower overnight.. Considering that’s my main window for photos right now, it was a big achievement for me.

A few hours later, on the same platform, an old photo of mine was featured by a global account.

And this evening I spent 2 and half hours learning from, and chatting to a major British photographer.

Now, these are the days that make me truly HAPPY and grateful. And proud. Proud to take it as it is. To let my passion finally sink into my veins and travel into my blood every day. Proud to feel a stupid dreamer.
Proud to don’t care about what others think. Proud to dream.
Whatever happens next…

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And then..

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And then there is me.

Me.

Myself.

And I.

It’s just over a week, since my ex left this house, this town, this country and me to start a “new life”, back home.

I spent the first few days, unable to drag myself out of bed, crying at every single memory of us within these walls, sobbing like a child in our sheets which still smelt of us, getting angry at life and the world while walking in the streets of this town which once I loved,  keeping my phone off for days to avoid distraction from my own desperation.

But now?

Now, I AM BACK.

I read aloud to myself all my notes of the last 18 months and I found out something so important and enlightening that gave me the strength to get hold of my life once again.

I wasn’t happy.
I was lonely.
I was alone when I most needed you, when my career was falling apart.
You destroyed my trust with revelatory emails. Once. No, at least twice.
“Two more minutes” with me on new year’s eve didn’t matter to you.
You didn’t even bother to wish me happy birthday after I took you to a royal suite in Marrakesh to celebrate.
You broke the promises you made about this house, which YOU choose and wanted so badly.

I decided that this is not what I want for myself.

I want and DESERVE so much more than YOU.

And I am finally

free

and I’m feeling

so good.

12 Ultimate Ways To Improve Your Lifestyle – Just WFH

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Seven weeks ago I started my new job. As you probably know from my previous post, I wasn’t so excited or thrilled by it. The company is amazing, one of the best in the world possibly, but the job itself wasn’t (isn’t) the right one for me.
But, I’ve promised myself to always look at the bright side, so also in this situation, I decided to take the positive thing and smile. In this case, the best part is WFH.
Working From Home is the way forward. Read below why.

1 – I sleep A LOT more

Usually I set the alarm at 8.15am, it used to be two hours earlier before, around 6.30/7am. I’m a late-night person – I can’t fall asleep before midnight or 1am and I have had troubles sleeping for a long time now. You obviously understand how these 2 extra hours I get every morning have improved my life. And my mood.

2 – I ALWAYS have breakfast

For the same reason above, I now have time to make myself a cup of tea or a coffee accompanied by a freshly toasted slice of bread with butter and jam. It’s delicious and it’s a sweet way to start the day.

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3 – I’m an informed person

Now I get to read the news EVERYDAY. While sipping my cuppa, I scan the web and international newspapers for about 15 minutes. I check Facebook and my personal emails too and I feel under control. And informed.

4 – I’m always at the “office” on time.

Despite the fact I wake up at 8.15, I’m logged in and ready to start at 8.30am sharp. I’m never late. I never get stuck on the tube or the bus. It can be raining cats and dogs and I will still be on time.  Magic.

5 – I EAT better

I  plan my days in a way that allows me to have long, relaxed lunches. There is no way I stay in front of my computer eating crap or book myself into meetings at that time of the day (as I was used to do in my previous job). By 12.30/1pm I log off, go to the kitchen and try new recipes or cook some healthy food I’ve bought. Otherwise, if the weather is nice, I go for a walk in the neighbourhood and grab something from the local market. It’s surely something better than the crap food of the cantine in my office or any take-away chains.

6 – I have time to do my daily chores and more

Most of the time, when I take a break, I do my laundry or pass the vacuum cleaner. I ACTUALLY take a break from my laptop and phone and switch off my brain for a bit, which feels A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Sometimes, I just make myself another espresso and walk outside in the courtyard to enjoy a bit of fresh breeze on my skin. Sometimes, I just have a sneaky look at Facebook updates or play a Ruzzle match or text a friend.

7 – NO bitching or office politics

I’ve been in my new job for 5 weeks now (yeah, it already feels 5 months), and I’ve met very few people in person, lots via phone or email and these two means of communication don’t allow bitching or talking behind the back. At least for now. It’s SO refreshing.

8 – Money: SAVING – LOTS – OF – MONEY

If I was to go to the office every day I would spend £170 per month in train ticket. Add to that, lunches and snacks I would need when I didn’t had time to cook  and pack something.

9 – I can always be around for deliveries or the post man

I remember the old days when I had to take half day off when the plumber, painter or my mattress had to arrive. Now, I don’t have to worry. For example now, I’m happily waiting for my DcMarten’s to fall on my laps.

10 – I don’t feel stressed

It could be that this job is bread & butter for me, so it’s just because I got it easy, or it could be that the environment (my home) makes me feel much more comfortable AND focused. I get the stuff done without wasting time in useless conversation or how-are-you-btw-I-don’t-care chats in the office kitchen. Whatever is the reason, so far, I’m not feeling under pressure. I’m not feeling behind the task or struggling. Loving an easy life.

11 – NO WASTE of TIME

Can you imagine a life where you don’t commute? In my case it would be a total of 3 hrs per day, round-trip. THREE vital hours spent in a crowded tube, then in a crowded train and  to finish off a long walk. This is one of the best part of my new lifestyle, I can’t stop saying how relieved I feel of gaining all this time EVERY DAY. It makes a huge difference. I wake up feeling relaxed, never in a rush, never worried to be late. I can make plans for the evening without feeling exhausted by the journey or afraid to be late. I get to go to my French lessons without worrying a bit about my train being late.
My work didn’t get disrupted by the strike. I wasn’t affected by it at all. It’s life-changing, I’m telling you.

12 – I feel comfortable at all times

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Forget make-up and high heels. I used to dress up to go to work before, I used to work in a very formal place where I had to use  grown-up, fashionable, expensive clothes all week long. My wardrobe is still full of that stuff.

I’ve book a charity collection.

That’s my old self. My new self now runs all interviews via phone and nobody can actually SEE me. Most of the time, I wear a track suit and my face feels fresh and clean all day, free from make-up. My hair is often messy, but who cares?
It’s what I say that matter, not what I look like.

And it should always be like that.

Emotional Rollercoaster

 

As you might have already noticed, this 2014 has started despite my strong desire to stay put in 2013, which was kind of a nice year for me, with its ups and downs, of course. But time goes by and despite what we want, it goes on and on.

And on.

There is no way to stop it, no pause button. No rewind either. This set of brand new, shining 365 days has kicked off and here we are, once again, to (hopefully) make something big out of it. Resolutions, to-do lists, wishes, dreams and desires, twelve (long) months to make it happen, one whole year to tick all those boxes and accomplish all those goals. However,  my 2014’s wish list is going to be a short one, it only includes one large, main, hard goal:

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Yes, simplify my life. I actually only hope to be able to have a simpler life where I can get rid of all the things (and people) that purposeless complicate my existence and most of all hurt me or don’t bring anything to the table. Yeah, I know… I setting myself up for a complicated mission, but hey man! I’ve got a whole year to make it happen, right? I’ve started with the simplest stuff: clothes, shoes, random piece of s**t I’ve collected in the last few decades and then I’ve moved to the people business. Yeah, cos you can get rid of lots of things around you, but if you stick to unhealthy relationships, you will only keep feeling the same old s**t. That’s why, I’ve decided to move on from superficial and unbalanced friendships to focus on a few good old and new friends and of course my family. I have to admit, these first 39 days have been an emotional roller-coaster for me: up and down, right and left, stay and leave, love and hate. I was struggling to stay afloat. I was struggling to keep up with my new (old?) life: back in the office, back to a normal life. I struggled so hard to concentrate. It was hard to believe, to let go or to stay put. I was constantly fighting between my wishes and my duties.

And it is true that you only realise what you have, once you’ve lost it. I had all the time of the world a few weeks ago, I had everything at my doorstep, but I was too lazy to make it worth. I was too scared to make the most of it. I idled about for weeks, staring at the watch ticking (and playing candy crush). Now, I am back, back to my normal self. That self that I don’t know any more and I have to try and squeeze dreams in my spare time once again.

But 2014 has made a roaring entrance in my life. New job, new company, new people, new friends, new feelings. Now that both my relationship and my “American Dream” have completely fallen apart, it is time for me to stand still and plan my new year as well as my life again, from here, from London, from myself.

For myself.

Happy New Year.

Make a Good Story

I watched this video today and it was just the kind of reminder I needed to hear the clock ticking again. It was like a slap on my face which forced me to think that I should do something about my life. Something better and more meaningful.

Who’s not scared of dying without accomplishing his/her dreams? Who can face the idea of living this world without leaving behind some sort of legacy? Or better, who isn’t scared of death?

I am and I guess most of you are too. But how are we meant to write a good story, to use Stephen Cave‘s words, if we are constantly trying to cope with work, family, children, pressure and money? How are we meant to find the time to fill those pages in the book that is our life? How can we make this book a “best-seller” (again using his metaphor). I still have to find out. Someone told me that the solution isn’t trying to do something big, but to find happiness  in the little things of everyday’s life. I have tried, but it’s not for me. I need pace, I need excitment, I need stress too, probably. But most of all I need to feel my blood running through my veins first of all, in order to feel. To feel anything.

I have decided that my 2014 first resolution is that every single day, I will find time to do something that I REALLY like doing. It might be something little, like reading or something more demanding like writing. Or it could just be a swim or a ride.

But now I know that every day I should find a way to say:

“Thank you for another good day”.

This is the plan, let’s see if I can stick to it! 🙂

And then, all of a sudden, I am free.

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Some might call my decision reckless, but I don’t care. I don’t care anymore what people think. I’m tired of playing by the rules. I’m going to write my own rules from now on. I don’t care about what’s going to happen tomorrow, I learnt (or I am learning) to live in the present, without worrying too much about the future.  And I am in the lucky position to do so.

Yes, I did it. I finally left an awful job where I had been suffering for the last 6 months or so. The plan was to stick to it until next June or Christmas at least, but I couldn’t stay there one more day.

I had given my life to this business and I had been rewarded and recognised most of the times, up to when they realised I was too good for them. Yes, it might sound arrogant, but that’s exactly it. I was far too good in comparison to their average employee and too many people were getting frustrated and upset of my biannual punctual promotions and salary increase. At some point, they had to stop that and, despite I had met and overachieved all their  new targets, they refused to promote me again last April . Obviously that was a huge shock  for me, most of all because they couldn’t give me any real reasons except that it was “too early”.  But, in hindsight,  I know that for a business is better to lose one outstanding person, than many average. And this was it. After the last few unfair power games and subterfuges I decided to leave. Like that. Without a job to go to. So, here I am.

I am free.

I’m free to be free. Free to waste time. Free to make random decisions, free to get bored. Free to sleep until late or to go bed late. But I’m also free to interrupt what I am doing to start something else. I am free to do nothing. But most of all I’m free to do everything I want to do.

When I want to. How I want to. Where I want to. Why I want to.

No more alarms at dawns,
No more suits in the morning,
No more lunch boxes,
No more useless and endless meetings,
No more routine,
No more schedule,
No more deadlines,
No more pressure,
No more anxiety,
No more politics,
No more fake smiles,
No more living in a box,
No more long hours,
No more power games
No more pretending to be someone else.

And all of a sudden I realise that the scariest thing in life is exactly what everybody (pretends to) crave for: Freedom.
That’s why we cling to our job security, stick to failed relationships, hold to places that make us feel safe. Because being free is F*****K scary, man. You don’t have any safety net below you, if you fall, you are going to crash on the floor and there won’t be anything to hold you back.
It’s like being blindfolded in a car that is racing at very high speed, it’s like throwing yourself from an helicopter without parachute, it’s like diving in the oceans without enough oxygen, its like surfing huge waves with a broken board.

But it is also like waking in the morning and be able to read the news in more than 5 minutes, it’s like having time to reply to emails from friends, it’s the laziness to surf on Facebook, it’s the luxury to read a good book in the middle of the afternoon, it’s the  lavishness to spend two hours in a cute cafe writing this post.

And this is where I am now, on this big wave that is sweeping away my past while I get ready to surf the next one that’s coming up behind me. It’s a even bigger one, but I know that I will stand on my board for the length of it. I can do it now. Now that I’m free of chains. Now that I am free.

NOTE: And I wish to thank here all the people who have helped me to be brave, to take the courage to move on, to be free. First and foremost, Alekim who enlighten me over a year ago when we met at the Gili Islands, Antonia, who made me see that another way is possible after all, Sunday for all her wise and invaluable advice and Patrizia for instilling me dreams and pushing me out of my comfort zone. These are four great women who took the tough decision to take their lives back in their hands and drastically change it while looking for something better.

What’s the point?

As human beings, we seek love to make us feel better. We are in the constant search for the other half  to complete ourselves, like a two-pieces jigsaw puzzle. We look for a lover who will wash away our shame and regrets, but love us regardless. We haunt for someone to accept us as we are. We pursue a partner that gives us what we don’t have. We chase love in every turn and every up and down of our lives and we strive for that person to believe us, to put us first, to push the boundaries, to sustain us, to make us feel better, alive, loved, cared and listened. We force ourselves to think that “I” and “you” don’t exist anymore when a couple is formed, but is it so? Do we lose our individuality when we marry somebody? Should the love for the other we’ve chosen overcast the love for ourselves? No, I don’t think so. But I do believe that when you truly love you put yourself to the side, just a bit for the “we”, the “us” to unfold. That new being that we gave birth to together. That “me plus you”. The fulfilled puzzle. You and me.  But it’s not like this for everyone. There are people with such a glorious self-esteem, such a huge confidence, so deaf and blind to reality that even when they carefully chose to be the other part of a couple they can’t put to an end their self-centered nature. Their universe is composed by only two planets, themselves and their sun (their reason).

You should listen. You should support with words and presence. You should forget about your little daily duties if your other half is struggling. If your lover is bleeding and bending over backwards. You should stop and stand still. Listen. Be there for them. And do anything and more to help them out. Listen again. More carefully this time.
This is what love is. Any type of love involve the ability “to be there”. If you chose to be that missing part of the jigsaw, then Be there.
Listen. To the words, but also to the silences in between.

Bangkok’s Lovers

‘Cos your love doesn’t exist if your world doesn’t shake when on mine there is a whacking earthquake.