So i returned to Finland in 2017 and spent the whole year there, taking care of my dying friend (our family dog Fina).
It was a very difficult year and kind of a blur. Had lots of time to read, write, walk in forests and just take a break from everything. When she died, something in me died too.
Thats the thing with death and loss, the attachments lose the other end and we are suddenly in free fall emotionally.
It is a brutal game this life and tragedy is unavoidable/inevitable. Everything is impermanent and everything you love will one day be gone including you. You never know when. Only love shall remain.
But this transient nature of existence is what makes it so beautiful. Like the changing seasons. Every moment fading away as we arrive. Precious moments. Magic.
I have always been the kind of person who likes to mourn and suffer alone.
That is a lie.
I dont like it at all.
#death #loss #mourning #beauty #sorrow #tragedy #suffering #impermanence #love #community
Winter 2017, just getting through the days. Trading cryptos. Preparing for new adventures.
I know these last posts are not the usual high stimulation content you see on social media. No bikinis, six packs, glitz, glamour or secret hacks to success.
I know that stuff is what most people are on here for. You wanna be entertained, educated, inspired. Quick hits of dopamine with a brief caption. Then go back to your jobs, families, travels.
You like to go where the party is hot and feel like you are part of it. If something is popular then it is probably good right?
Slow and deep is not for the youth.
Social media is basically high school for adults. It is a popularity contest for the bold and the beautiful. Just make sure you dont show people who you really are, under the masks. That is too much for them. Play the game or be cast out.
And i have nuked my content and pages so many times that even if i was popular at times, i knew it didnt mean anything if it is not content i am actually proud of. Eventually i would say something that violates your expectations.
I am the forgotten poet in a dark bar, drinking away his sorrows and sharing his stories with strangers who come and go. Sometimes songs. Sometimes silence.
Ultimately this is all part of what i do as an “artist”. Attempt to express that which cannot be expressed. Words, visuals and sounds can only take you so far. On behalf of the ones that have no voice or dont know how to use it or who feel completely alone.
This is all for you.
(If you are all the way down here then yes, YOU. And if that means nobody then I guess it’s a good thing because that means we are all dancing).
#abandonmentissues
#spiritualawakening
#shadowworkers
#youarenotalone
#heavenisaplaceonearth
#remembertosmile
#keepdancing
#sweetsurrender