Enjoy it!

As I was trying to create this blog, I had a serious problem...I realized how much I still try to control the impressions I may cause in people around. Should my father read this, what would he think if I talk about sex? Should my colegues find this blog, what would they say if I get a lil silly (and, God, I do get silly). I found myself staring at the walls, trying to decide how the hell I was going to be able to ever write anything here, if I was trying to please everyone, all the time. And this is the feeling that limitate people so often. Perfectionism. Because of it many people left no traces of their existence at all, cause they had never found the right words. Our minds are so complex, and our life experiences so rich. It is not right to allow our stories to be erased by time so easily. We all have things to share and a lot to teach. So why should we be so worried about finding the perfect way to express ourselves? One of the things I have learnt is that...there's no perfection in this world. But still, there is beauty. There is no way to control what people think about you. But still, there are ways to get in tune with some of them, ways to cause reflection, polemic, discussion. So, I'll feel free from now on, and...daddy, If you ever read my blog...well...just enjoy it!

ESCAPE

If you enter my house, among the many things you will find is my music collection. Stones, The doors, Aerosmith, Led, Alanis, Meredith, Sheryl...oh, so many names. They have the power to really change my mood, so I respect all of them...in their styles. Mick brings me up, Jim gives me some tragedy (and we all need some of it every now and then), Robert tells me there's still hope, Alanis cries out loud "I UNDERSTAND YOU". But there are days when I just wanna feel there is sowhere I belong to, so I put on some aerosmith and Steven tells me stories about myself, my past, my crimes, my good deeds. And If those memories mess with my mind and bring me down, I try Oasis. Those guys will cry with me during one song, bring me up during the next, make me hate the world during the third one. But they remind me too much of the Beatles, so I try John, but ....oh...I hate john...so self assured. Paul is ok, but we just dont connect. Ringo makes me laugh for a while and I start to believe in life again. So George gets in and reminds me there's a supreme being who is always looking after me. I am safe. Calm. Warm in bed. But it is yet kind of lonely...Simply Red...Neil...I dont feel so empty anymore...I feel alright...just letting the song carry me...and then she comes....smiling and laughing...Miss Krall...walking over her piano...her feet touching the notes...my head touching the clouds...Diana...Diana

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I'm Kelly. This is a space where I feel free to write anything I'd like to. The only rule is NO MASKS...