Bukowski said: “We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” That is exactly what JLM and I are about. Understanding that we dive head-first into every decision and then sort out our odds is a courageous way to live the best way possible within the said situation. We aren’t just the lipstick wearing feminine girls, but also wild child of annoying moms and amazing dads. So random acts of bravery comes easy to us. At moments when people don’t realise our contribution and work – we are standing strong supporting that what needs support and nurturing – and doing all that with red lipstick and giggles. I don’t know about death but the system sure as hell thinks twice before messing with us. Or so we like to believe over champagnes and silliness. Perhaps why we are so severely misunderstood at times. Artistic mind. Not an easy thing to comprehend.
The other day, I realised that I tried to explain a very complicated idea in a singular sentence and it was communicated so simply that misunderstanding was inevitable. It took me a while to layout the whole complicated idea behind my simple one liner (will explain about it in another blog, another day). Needless to say, yet for clarification, I did use simple present tense as much as possible to word my thought. I was convinced that untangling complex sentence structure is far more difficult than focusing on an idea that is simply expressed. Hence I used simple present tense to talk about the current state of our debate for understanding of concepts portrayed in it. There it was, me deconstructing the idea to clarify the misunderstanding. Again, as Bukowski said: “An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.” Perhaps a bit too simply, so much so that many take it personally.
Today as I joined JLM and her lovely BF (and friends and family) in Biel, with my Love, it was funny as we sat there realising that the feeling of bravery is different than that of fear – perhaps this is a great way to frame it. As girls/women we are attempting new life, new skills, new work – and inside there is a constant source of fear, fear of failing. Yet here we are, laughing at our odds, and getting merry on sparkling wine.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 