The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered; those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is; nobody else interests me.
– Oscar Wilde
Photo source: tumblr.
I wish I could’ve had more time here.
What I would give to be in this very spot now with a nice book and maybe a coconut with a straw..
Tours are great for meeting people to share your experiences with, (and you may possibly know these people for the rest of your life after..) but had I wanted to stay here for a full day and just enjoy the view… I can’t quite say that I would’ve found my way back to them easy…
I’ll be back.
To sit on your mountains.. see more of your beautiful country… And to make more life long friends with your kind
and beautiful people.
Sometimes the best travel memories are the ones you had never expected. The ones you made when things went wrong, when you stopped planning, and even when the rain started to pour when you were ready for the sun to shine…
When we had planned for an Italian adventure, but ended up enjoying some German comfort… 4,999 miles away from home, on an adventure for new experiences, we chose to stand still. And we got comfortable in Frankfurt. Real comfortable.. To the point of looking back at these memories and not thinking “what if we had gone…” but thinking a calm , “ahhh..”
Picking apples in the small beautiful town of Büdingen.. Going on a Sunday when everything was closed gave us the time to enjoy the town and not get distracted by the huge selection of precious shops that would’ve taken up all of our time…
And on the way home, when one train didn’t come, and then another… And then another… Gave us a entire new appreciation and gratitude to the one train that did finally come.
Travel isn’t perfect. Plan, but know that there could be new plans that may take their place. For if you focus too much on how something should’ve been and what should’ve happened and how this isn’t how it was supposed to be, then you might miss an entire experience within itself…
Thank you for sharing this experience with me.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
I’ve always felt like an outsider looking in and struggled to connect on a deeper level with so many souls. Now, I realize that I should withhold that energy spent trying to connect and use it to improve my own quality of life. And for others… Until I meet like minded people; I’ll focus on gravitating that love and energy towards those few souls that I do connect with.
This photograph was taken by my man of myself in Brooklyn, New York. 2013.
He sees me in a way I’d like to see myself as. He sees me as something I’d like to aspire to be… If I could have just half of his heart, I’d already be a better person than I could ever hope to be.
One day at a time.
Preferably more of those days at a time, in New York City.
A city where every one of your senses fall in love…
Your ears, with parisian songs of love and lust. Your smell, with croissants so fresh that your mouth water. Your touch, with history and an explosion of culture at your fingertips. Your taste (after a hundred macarons daily), leaving your breath with traces of coffee and chocolate. And lastly your eyes, which may have tears in them at the painful thought that your time in this beautiful city will eventually have to come to an end…