Personal Meyland

The conversation started talking about a new design mop. Ours just broke so why wouldn't we buy the whole system that allows you to do the work for you? - Em, and trowing away a bucket in perfect shape? We don’t even mop that much, do we? - she said.  - Ya, but it would make our lives easier... it’d be easier to mop and squeeze the water out. - he said. - Cannot you use you wrists as I do? Oh, wait. That will be a great system for my mother! You can use your hands perfectly, otherwise they get atrophied. - she sentenced.  - Ya but I’d save time drying the floor when a bucket does it for me. She stopped and realized before saying in a "ahá" moment:  - That’s the principle of all new items. They save you time for you to waste it on your phone or whatever the way you just give it away. You know? Every time I see an object like that I first think `oh, that’s original!` followed by a second quick thought that says `wait, that’s stupid, or that will make me stupid!`. - Serously...

Is it a problem what I feel openly? Does it make me depressed to talk about my feelings easily? The one making the difference is usually seen as the crazy one. The one talking the problem is usually the one who is "the problem" for the rest. I just know WHAT I want. I am just discovering WHO I am. And I love it, and it can make me more introvert, happy in solitude more than often. Instrospective days stirring feelings and ideas that before wouldn't occur. WHY? Because I was meeting people most of the day. But do not get me wrong. I can be social. And I'll learn about me too. Although those moments of Ahá! about myself will come from learning alone. I do not need numbing pills, thank you.  I do not need to tell a stranger my problems than friends find concerning. Just maybe because they worry for me what they hide in theirselves. It is Ok to be vulnerable. It is Ok to share feelings. And it is OK to feel bad or good. Because that is what make us human. And I won't ...

  Why a zebra? Beauty is part of their pattern It just holds a lot of meanings for me Lines, cracks, a jail within But those stripes create also flows They shape their body They make them exotic and unique. Even if they try to hide in their group They are beautiful individually Even if they rather being part of a social bond Their unity makes them stronger against danger But their individuality makes them special when noticed.   From dark skin to light stripes.   An animal can tell a story It can symbolize our humanity The chosen enigma For a person who need a way out.   The Zebra is my animal identity Which one will you choose to speak for you?   Sunday 16/8/20

I have nothing else to give that my passion My purpose is my expression In the way I know better.   I have nothing left to hide anymore Pesimist may come and go But I won't let it sink me.   I will drink of my fears and I will turn it  into ideas that will safe me from despair of being afraid that I have nothing to offer.   Until I get back to my words and lines And I flow easily being driven by them Shutting my mind of shadows and self-doubt. And I remind me that need my creative self And I repeat me that only that way I can save me Release in the nature with pad and pens I will write about myself and draw my organic frame. I had the great luck and disgrace to be born this way. So when you disminish your path Think about you as a beautiful vessel That fills up with experiences and love Which will be needed to release of the fear Creating and connecting with other souls. We are more alike than we thought. So go there and let yourself be drawn Not into your fears but ...

I write out of overwhelming feelings in a time when I cannot literally stop thinking of you. Did I go mad? Not the kind of crush-passion-toxic madness. This one is different. It brings me peace and a sense of steelness that it feels unreal, out of this world. As if I was speaking to me all the time, walking with me. But with you as part of that experience. Quiet at times, chatty at others. I don’t need to fill the gap of silence. I won’t speak if I don’t feel like because we both know that, at that moment, we will be just immerse in our visions and minds. Maybe as a way to shut our thoughts down for a while. And even if you are not here, you are present around. I miss you but I don’t need you as a toxic drug. I just feel really well when you are around and I will make sure I drink all of your essence, living intensely your presence. And we will be living at the edge in a quiet, passionate way. Does it make sense? I am literally trying to make it because it’s all new f...

This text I am showing is an internal conversation with myself in which I am writing the ideas as fast as my mind think them. It's the second time I do this experiment and it amaze me more and more everytime because it releases inner ideas that I always had but they were hidden and forbidden to get out. Well, now it's time to release them freely and for sure they will lack power now that they don't haunt me anymore. Enjoy the experiment. <<   Night of the 12/5/20 Please, just tell me I didn't die months ago and I am now in 'what sort of world' chilling with you. I never felt this way, so happy and full. I never thought I could feel this way or be with somebody this way. And my mind keeps going back to the idea that I am imagining it. That I am still in a dream in which I cannot get to wake up. I'm drugged, I know, but I feel as I entered another world or a game, where I play a person that it feels different, superior. And it's choosing th...

Looking at the past I realized I don’t know me. I tried to be someone in the search of looking for myself but I didn’t actually fit well in that shape. Is like trying to get yourself in a dress that it feels weird in some parts of your body but you don’t know how to fix it. This time is being a huge opportunity for me to listen more carefully to what my instinct is telling me, my heart and my head. They don’t always agree but ultimately they are guiding me in the same direction. There are no opposite forces that pull me in different directions, creation different sides of myself. And maybe there are different sides of myself but now they are calmer and more aligned. Part of it I believe is because I committed to my dreams. I stopped my life for weeks even if I already knew my path to follow but I tended to look back in order to reinforce my decision. It feels right but still, it is not the only thing I need to do and the point of slowing down and listening and learning it...

Para a quien escuchar: Estos días he estado publicitándome como maestra de Arte en un intento por sobrevivir, ganar algo con lo que ayudar a la familia y hacerme valer. Es curioso como todo va saliendo hablando las cosas y con pequeños empujoncitos. El Arte estaba olvidado y vuelvo a él para enseñarlo a todos y para exponer lo que vuelvo a hacer, es bueno tener grandes amigos que te admiren y siempre quieran echarte un mano desinteresadamente. Por otro lado, la casualidad puede hacer que en un sitio que no esperas te caiga el primer encargo serio de tu vida, restaurando un cuadro. Mis dos mitades se complementan y empiezan a sembrarse con la esperanza de dar frutos. La clave es extenderse más y más y por ello llegué a la conclusión de tirar a la basura mis opiniones y inclinarme a hacerme un sitio en otra red social. Una en la que no se permite decir grandes cosas, la síntesis gana por lo que mis escritos tendrán que ir por fascículos (xD). Pero para promocionar lo que haga ...

Vivimos en un momento difícil en que no sabemos para donde tirar, y más si la situación general y particular no es la idónea para hacernos elegir. Para quien está acostumbrado a ser mandado le cuesta continuar una travesía en solitario sin detenerse a remolonear. No hay momento definido para entregar proyectos o plazos de estudio para un test que nos hará perder la cabeza y la mitad del pensamiento. Solo existen el resto de compañeros que aún no acabaron o siguen haraganeando estudiando facetas opuestas a lo pasado, coleccionando saberes y despilfarrando para pasar el rato que sin duda se hará eterno. Habremos de desperdiciar el tiempo quejándonos de algo que en realidad no nos afecta, dejando a un lado el estudio útil y el trabajo a media jornada para así depender de una paga que puede que se extinga. Somos una juventud variopinta y alocada que mejor o peor está jugando sus cartas lo mejor que puede o comprándose barajas nuevas. Perderán algunos inteli...

Incluso el más indefenso animal puede contener fuerza interior y usarla si se ve continuamente acorralado. Y puesto que el mundo animal no está tan alejado del nuestro, ¿porqué no pensar lo mismo de nosotros? Es necesario.