IBIZA, JULY 4, 2018

No, I am not doing any normal job. No monotone life, thank you. No linear fixed and glued to having one and the same day everyday. …such zombie life, like volunteer slavery. …such waste of life time, to spend more than half of our living awake hours on working just for money. The stagnance of monotone causes rot. Perhaps that’s why too many things within the human civilized society are rotten!?

I didn’t invent any of those dysfunctional ideas. Growing up into the adult world, is like a bit of a horror trip, because you sort of have to choose from all what the ones before you have come up with, weather it resonates with you or not. You’re not presented with any alternative better ideas of things, but even so, I did manage finding the key to my globetrotting, even though it was against all odds so to say, and It’s more than clear that I am living to do my own thing. I just simply have got to make my own way, and use my creativity. Can’t function under those so called normal ways of life, in one and the same place all year, year in, year out, just doing the same things every damn day, like a hamster in his wheel. Just meaningless feeling to me, no matter how I look at it.

The dancing job is really just for the lack of a better immediate option. I’m not a hustler, somehow I just can’t, but for now have to do this dancing job again.

Everything is possible and I can do what seems like magic. …so I don’t need to be a hustler by the way. I have to feel SO Good. I have to rest in myself. Totally.

But ironically enough, I have to not smile so much. …not really-Really smile, just be cheeky and tease a bit, and not take no for an answer.

I have got to get the funds together for my wearable art parasol business.

But it is a crazy demanding (and even inhumane) job though. Makes me think, Better massage your feet and meditate on it.