ivankiss

On this path, you must know how to speak both to god and the devil. You must know which one you should turn to and when. But of course, you don't know what god or the devil are, or how to make your prayers be heard. You all have at least 113 dualities to transcend and 7 lifetimes to live out before you can start doing the shit I can do. I am light years ahead of you.

But I'd settle for Thailand, Vietnam or the Philippines too.

Alright. Moving to Tokyo in winter goes on the top of my imaginary dream board tonight.

Decent off day. Chill. Weather is still shit.

Ahh... humility.

I really can't complain about anything. Some people have it much, much worse.

Dude is carrying some heavy baggage. That bike was his last chance, his last investment. Not to mention he has a criminal record here already. I get it... But fuck... I hope he's not serious about ending it because of this.

Oh shit. Now he's suicidal. Jesus.

Jk I hate summer too. There's pretty much nowhere I can live on this planet. It sucks everywhere. But, that's most likely just because I'm still broke.

Might just be a deal breaker. Fuck living here. Make money and get out.

The weather is disgusting. It keeps blowing my mind. It's almost fucking June and I'm walking around dressed for winter. I cannot comprehend. What, Amsterdam has one month of summer, or what the fuck? Does this fucking wind ever stop?!

I don't think I ever kicked a flu faster than this. 24 hours only. My nose is still a bit runny and I cough here and there a bit, but my strength is completely back.

The rumors are true. They're stealing bikes like crazy out here. A few weeks ago, someone has stolen my battery. Today, my friend woke up to his bike missing. An expensive bike that he didn't even pay off yet. Fucking hell.

She's like heroin, indeed. Obsessing over the past is one of my addictions. Thinking about her is one of my drugs. It all must go. I can't stay this way any longer.

Flu. Of course. Fucking awesome. Feeling kind of weak and emotional. Nostalgic, even. Of course my thoughts are gravitating towards her and our cozy little apartment... But that's not actually what I'm missing. It's deeper than that. This hole inside my heart... it has nothing to do with anyone or anything else but me. That is why it's no surprise that I'm here all alone. It is not an accident. My whole life has been preparing me for this. Especially this last decade. I am bold enough to say that only I can pull this off. Only I have what it takes. Only I know the way. It makes perfect sense to me why I must walk alone, at least this part of the journey. And I do not hide or feel ashamed for wishing I had someone by my side. I think I wish it was you... I still do. But I see it so clearly... I know it's not possible. I know I can truly evolve only if I do this on my own. And do it for real. Not half ass it. Not sleep walk through it. But truly give it my all. I can applaud myself for this last phase, that's for sure. I walked away from someone I still loved a lot, lost my home, moved to the other side of Europe, bounced back from homelessness in a month, got a solid job, made some new connections, had some fun. And that's just since this winter. To say that it was wild and intense, would be a massive understatement. I'm in a good spot right now. I really am. Well, besides this fucking flu and my shitty thoughts and feelings. I've got everything I need to make that next big step. To level up, yet again. To break through. I just need to put myself together a bit and make that decision. Take that action. Execute. I should not have time to think about what has come to pass. And the fact that I do have, even too much time to think about it all, is a clear sign that I'm not doing enough. I'm stuck. I can't blame myself too much. I most definitely needed a shot period of rest. Healing and reflecting. Catching my breath. But I also do need a kick in the butt, any one of these days now. I thought about everything that needed to be thought about. From all angles and positions. I visited, re visited, felt and re lived it all, over and over again. It should be enough, right about now. I just have to decide really fucking hard, make that new step and not look back. I am bound to burn if I stay trapped in this loop. I must make my way out. And tomorrow is my first opportunity to start doing just that. Again I pray for health and strength.

Progress over comfort.

Preparing for another breakthrough, another sacrifice. This Friday. Stay tuned.

Can't claim victory before admitting defeat. Sad but true.

High is the way but all eyes are upon that ass. I mean the ground. Eyes upon the ground.

That skirt is mini alright.

Or in an insane asylum.

It's funny only past enlightenment level 9000.

The joke is so meta at this point, that it's caught in a perpetual state of doing backflips in a 12 dimensional hyper cube. It's a ridiculous tesseract.

Jk I'm only sad cuz I'm not rich and famous yet.

I don't doubt you're doing better at getting over me.