I guess I should have continued running after the rabbit for a longer while... But anyway, as I say in the header, the future is now, so I'd rather make the most out of it - no regrets allowed from day zero.
What happens with the rabbit then? Well, when what one dreams to become is too far from what one should become or what one studied for becoming... It's hard to change the direction of the accelerating boat - specially when it's plunging faster than fast.
Even worse when you are the invandrare who's not flytande in the local language and has neither proven nor relevant creative experience apart from 4 years of blogging, picturing and l'il more.
Just one week since I officially sold my soul to the big E and I have already realized how hard is to keep an eye on the future while you are enrolled in adult life - no wine on Tuesday, no fikas everywhere, no crazy saturdays... Just that alarm ringing at 6AM, the pile of unfinished and a house to keep clean, tidy with its respective fridge to fill up. It seems to get even worse, turning into a never ending race between J and K - guessed right? Just kids & job - but this was my choice and actually, I do not regret it.
Whether living the swedish dream or not, I'm quite happy with having a new gauntlet - a massive and extremely complex one actually - while - lucky me - I'm still surrounded by my personal rabbits.
Those I can still run after, either across the sky - like my beloved Yuta, the only person who would send you an sms asking to gaze the sky at midnight - or down to the darkness - like my crazy Fer, that person who's constantly featured on Japanese style magazines; from the charming Spanish sun and fresh grass - swedish always went to the nature, right Caro? - to the never-ending-interrupt-to-each-other talk on the way back home, on Landet or wherever - even critizing how hard swedish is while spending August within Bibliotekets walls beside Mareike. One gets a man's soul from the stomach and... That seems to be truth for me as well, while sharing sashimi with the eastern naughty eye or fika with the flying-from-east-to-west deepest and most mysterious dark skin.
These are my angels. Those, from whom I will borrow feathers to bring my wings back and start dreaming again, letting my imagination fly, towards the future.
Because to me... The magic of trendspotters is nothing but the ability to resonate with the society's vibe: Silence's talking out loud to everybody though just a reduced number of them can actually get the message hidden in its whispers right.
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