Paris, you were intense. I guess that's the only word I'm able to describe you with. And no, not only the life threatening way I had to take these photos on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in front of the Arc de Triomphe. I feel like this trip could be best described by psychedelic experience (= Ancient Greek words ψυχή - psychē, and dēloun - δηλοῦν, translating to mind-revealing). Strolling through the tiny streets in Paris while constantly getting these vivid flashback to certain memories I had during my lifetime; it was like the past and the present were simultaniously existing, and melted together into a new reality. Like living a life, within a life, or a dream, within a dream. I literally didn't know how to feel. Should I be happy or sad, reminiscing or forgetting, missing or letting go?
Some questions remain unanswered. At least, for the time being. I've been doing a lot of thinking, reading and philosophizing lately and it makes me unleash and analyze all my deepest feelings and burdens I've been carrying consciously and subconsciously with me. Visiting memorable places like Paris definitely triggered that even more (I mean, c'mon, how stunning is the Champs-Élysées right?). But I guess this made me realize even more that there is beauty in every thing, every moment and every memory. And there's always room to replace them with even better ones. I know that all I have is a wanderlust soul, a rebellious mind and a loyal heart.
May you fall in love with someone, who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos. When you meet your person, trust me, you will know. So please my dear, do not settle for less.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO PARIS?