One Take: A Quiet Return to Myself

A few thoughts, exactly as they came. No filters.

Welcome to the era of double-checking and overextended thoughts.

What is right? What is wrong? How will what I write look on social media? How should I stand within society? How should I be politically correct?

Spontaneity is being sought.For this reason, this post will be one take. It will be as if you are reading my immediate thoughts, as if we are sitting together on a beautiful afternoon, drinking our coffee by the sea and opening a dialogue. And this is just as therapeutic for me as I believe it is for you because you are not reading something staged, but a person,and not a robot, metaphorically and literally.

I want to write so many things, and sometimes I think: what would help someone who reads me?

Or how can I attract people who will stay on our blog so that we can develop an online interaction and friendship? And you cannot help but think, as I do, what should you do, what is better, how people communicate today on social media, what title, what photo…and the mind and the mood drift away. 

I remember Maria was telling me about an old friend of hers,

who, whenever they went out for a drink,

her conversation was always about the problems of society,

how we ended up like this,

and why the sun burns so much instead of a little less.

I truly don’t want to become a judge of life. But at the same time, I try to stand within the chaos.

And I believe that discussing and presenting certain dysfunctions
can lead to a kind of relief. For example, I decided to write what I think without stopping, without acquired knowledge or the influence of society interfering with my words.

And as this happens, thoughts come spontaneously from places where I feel safer, where I feel like myself, where problems seem smaller.

Last summer, we visited, as a family, a Greek island called Thasos, (Skala Potamias) in the northern part of Greece.

There, I experienced a unique moment that I don’t remember the last time I felt something similar. We sat at a café near the sea, in front of the small harbor.

At that moment, the sky was mostly clear with small touches of clouds. The breeze was cool in the shade where we were sitting.

It was June, so the heat was not overwhelming. And while I was drinking my juice and Maria her coffee, we both felt as if we were passing into another dimension, as if someone had drained all our worries, the pressure of time, and the noise of the city.

Has it ever happened to you
to find yourself somewhere
and feel like you step out of your body and become one with the scene?

It was a state of awareness, if I am using the term correctly.

But why only for a moment?

What holds us back from seeking our own restoration?

What the hell have we created that we hold onto so tightly?

And now I decide that when I cannot be there physically, I will bring this experience into my thoughts
wherever I am. To bring the sea to the land, to bring calm into the chaos.

I think it is worth it, just as it is worth writing and speaking without thinking too much.

Freedom.