Honest or Childish?

It is always a little sad when a friend leaves LA to go back to Europe. When they pack their overweight merchandise and whole lives into the super-size-me suitcases with little wheels on them and head out to LAX it hits me like a truck. It feels like one of my devoted warriors is abandoning the fort and leaving me and my team behind, standing one woman less in this battle called life.

A goodbye always make me contemplate if I’m on the right team. If I’m fighting the right battle or if it’s all just an act to keep myself busy so I don’t see what everybody else is seeing. That maybe life is what you make of it. That maybe life doesn’t have to be a battle. That you can be content and happy with what is right in front of you.

I often hear that love, happiness and peace is a question of choosing it. I think that’s bullshit. Pardon my French, but what happens when you feel in love with someone or you love your job or a designer dress, but after a couple of seasons you don’t anymore. Do you then choose to keep loving both and wearing the hideous dress or is it allowed to change your mind and slip into a pair of jeans? Is that a childish thought or is it just what I call being honest?

In this thing (battle/journey) we call life, do we get caught up in too many codex about what to say, do, think and feel that we forget the most important thing: to follow our hearts…?