When you’ve got something to prove, you do things bigger and louder. When you feel like you are not heard your intuition tells you repeat it. But if friends, family and all the other kinds of listeners you can think of listened, actually listened, you wouldn’t feel so bad.
Just of the top of my head I can think of something everyone has said louder or repeated many times to be heard, some of them don’t even know that they are insisting on such an effort. Most just feel hurt.
Friday gone, having visited one of Istanbul’s most famous art exhibitions, I got the urge to write. Sitting on a high stool over looking the exhibition ground, I jotted down my impression of the show or should I say the people I ended up watching at the show and my own validation of the work exhibited.
Keep in mind that there are world famous artists works there, the prices of some of these babies are astonishing like the prices on the people buying them.
Luck has got to be hiding somewhere, seeing as it isn’t at work with me or in my love life, I figured it maybe hiding in more of the ‘luck- required’ areas. Not that it isn’t required at work or love but I said its hiding.
So, earlier on today I got my mother to play the lottery for me, the Euro Millions to be precise, seeing as she couldn’t be bothered she told my dad. My dad called me for the numbers, I messaged him my lucky and guess what happened. He forgot to wear his glasses while playing and got all the numbers wrong.
Easing myself into the winter mode, I have been having 2 very quiet weekends. On the first of these two weekends, I was in London. I soaked the crispy British air and felt the British rain on my tanned skin, I went to a musical and wined at an up-town bar. I spent the whole weekend with family, and for the first time in my not-so-short-and-not-so-long life, I arranged myself according to them.
That’s how I know my priorities are changing.
This weekend however, we reminisced listening to a self-made YouTube 90’s playlist. We recalled ex-lovers, better known as ‘boyfriends’ in those days, we recalled times and places that were attached to the song at ear, we recalled albums brought and we recalled the feelings that our then young hearts were overwhelmed with. Whether it was announced verbally or whether it was a quiet moment from within, we felt the moment that that song had meant something for us.
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