After a dream in which I died, today I look at everything in a completely special way. It was helped by my active study of Turkish real estate. I’m just devouring tons of information about houses and apartments with sea views mostly in Alanya, but also in other cities. By the way, Kas isn’t bad. It would be very funny to live there and answer the question “Where do you live?” with “In Kas!”
I’ve looked at so many photos! I feel like these huge terraces and floor-to-ceiling windows should already be appearing in my dreams. I close my eyes and see myself running through a large room through sliding doors to a huge balcony, surrounded and embraced by the warmth of Turkey, the intoxicating scent of the Mediterranean Sea, and the exciting atmosphere of joy and bliss from all sides.
The sun, the endless sun, sparkling like diamonds in the blue water, the sky, and the sea. Oh God, what could be more beautiful than this! I try to imagine myself on these streets, among these houses, flowers, on these beaches, in these shops, among these people. In the sun or in cloudy weather. Looking at the sea or at the mountains. In warmth or in coolness. And it seems to me, all of this will be wonderful!
And after work, I step out of a tall building made of concrete and glass. The cloudy (cloud-covered) sky hid the sun from me. Are you waiting for a paragraph of complaints about how good it is there, and here it’s bad? Heh. And here the most interesting begins. The scent of huge lilac flowers with heads of inflorescences like small balloons envelops me. I even like this iridescent sky, covered with a pattern of whitish-grayish clouds. It’s easy for me to walk to the car, I sit in it and drive home. It seems to me that I’ve just arrived from Turkey and that here, in Los Angeles, everything is perceived differently, freshly…
Suddenly I start to notice some trees or palms that I’ve passed by dozens of times and never seen or noticed. My road leads north, and in the distance, I can see the hills of Topanga. And suddenly, unnoticed by myself, I somehow silently appreciated and overflowed with gratitude for living in Los Angeles, a city that almost everyone who lives here “complains” about, even if they love it with all their heart… Los Angeles has many flaws, but how many virtues it has that we sometimes completely overlook! And we grumble and complain about not living in Paris (for example) or in Alanya. 😉
“Times don’t choose, they live and die in them. There is no greater vulgarity in the world than begging and grumbling…” Of course, the city, the place where we live, is not as tied to us as time. But still, still, still. You can understand the whining about Turkey even from Moscow. But how much do you need to be blind not to notice the beauty that surrounds you in a city like Los Angeles!
I don’t argue, there are many differences. And the cold Pacific can’t be compared to the warm Mediterranean. And the cold Angelinos won’t beat the hot Turks. I can myself now come up with a million reasons why even in Los Angeles you can long for a Turkish crane. I’m not talking about that at all. I’m talking about how sometimes, to be happy, you just need to open your eyes!
We have so much. So much endless everything. Air, sky, flowers, scents, hot showers, delicious food, fluffy blankets, wonderful music. Not to mention the wonderful and magical people around us. And we also have opportunities, time, desires. And all of this, all of this is wonderful and inspiring! And we drag our lives past magical, incredible, and even unique little things, all dreaming that someday we’ll start living!
But life is now. How many times do we need to remind ourselves of this!
I just petted the silky barrel of my furry friend. She didn’t flinch, as usual, didn’t say “meow?”. But after the caress, she lifted her sleepy face and smiled. This moment of my life is beautiful! Rain outside is beautiful. Clean fresh water is beautiful. The ability to breathe is beautiful.
I realized how much I love life and want to live. And how grateful I am for breathing, for having the opportunity to enjoy this process. And as for everything else that I have, I won’t even mention it. To live in such a beautiful place, one of the best places on the planet, to have the opportunity to express oneself in so many different ways! To have all my body parts with me! To play, to perform, to work, to create, to befriend, to love, to give…
How royally we rob ourselves, letting all of this slip through our fingers like sand in search of gold bars. And the gold is this sand. And the bars often turn out to be ordinary cobblestones.
Last night I died in a dream. And this morning I was reborn – in a dream, and in reality. And I am tearfully grateful to life for being alive. For the fact that I and life are one and the same, for the fact that I’m still here and I can.
I can do anything. I can turn everything around and change it. And I can just be. Without revolutions and rebellions. Just be part of life. And this alone is such an infinite gift. And from now on, this is the most valuable thing I have. And this alone is capable of making me infinitely happy.
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