Looking at my bubble...

It's very easy to not have anything to talk about, or write about. It's very easy to not have anything to blog about, the feeling of not being in the mood to blog.

You just have to be very relaxed, just sit there, don't let the world distract you. You find the mood when you're at peace. Well, I think.

Sometimes when you're feeling a little too lonely, and your thought bubble gets a little too noisy, you give in and come to the blogspot to let it all out. You could be just sitting there listening to some quiet music, out in the garden quietly watering your flowers, sitting out in the porch looking at the sky, sitting in the park watching the kids play or feeding the ducks at the pond.

Having the mood to blog is like, escaping from the busy life and spending those moments with yourself.

Usually you need to have a lot to talk about, but sometimes there is nothing to say, you just sit there and type anyway.

Sometimes when you're with yourself, you feel the person you are. I wish I could do that more often. I mean, just out there somewhere, alone, just looking out and around you, there's nothing but the beautiful grass, the flowers, the dirt, sun, clouds, birds flying, wind blowing, just take it all in. Just sitting at the top of everything, on a hill, in some shady spot under a big lonely tree in the middle of nowhere, nothing to worry about, nothing to think about but feel, and be.

I just want to be me, out there, me out there, out there alone, without fear, nothing stopping me, being free. Sometimes when you think about something, it comes true. It's like having unlimited wishes, we all have that power, but we never use it, we never think about it, we never know about it.

Sometimes I think things happen to us because deep down we wish it to happen. Even though on the outside we say that we don't, deep down we are thinking something different. We do not pay enough attention to what we are thinking. There are a lot of thoughts in our heads, most of them are ignored. We become used to it, ignoring things. We stop listening. We drift further apart from the person we really are, the person deep down, the child inside that has a creative mind, he often talks before he thinks of the consequences, he is happy, is not conscious about the way people think of him, he knows how to live, how to be human, he is in tune with the person inside him and the person inside of him is in tune with the person inside and goes on in infinity.

Somewhere in our life we have stopped being that person. We became someone else.

I think I am an introvert, I like alone time. I like to focus on myself. When I was young, I think I was about 10 or 12, I remember the time I was at the beach. It wasn't a particularly beautiful beach, not with the shimmering blue green waters and soft white sands. It was a very darky and cloudy afternoon. Standing on the sand in front of the ocean was a very relaxing feeling for me, it's still in my mind, sometimes when I think about the ocean, I have that image in my head.

The sound of the ocean, the cool, thick, very windy air blowing on your face, pulling the clothes on your body backwards, splashes of water over your feet.... you know, the rythm of the whole scene, the waves, you know... You have to close your eyes.

I want to feel relaxed again, I want to feel like that again.