My Views

Manifestation is big right now. Almost every other person on the internet claims to have experienced the good outcomes because of it. I see it being talked about along the lines of journaling and meditation. I, on the other hand, am divided on this.

Apartment view with 2 rainbows

When I ponder about my ideal life, it is quite unoriginal. It is set in a walkable city where the weather doesn’t get freezing. I have an apartment overlooking the beautiful city structures and lots of trees. I have a pet dog. No actually 2 dogs. No names decided as of now.

A typical day looks like this. I wake up slow and walk my dogs in the neighborhood park. We get home and have breakfast in the balcony overlooking the city structures. I’m not romanticizing or fantasizing typical artist’s Paris. Never been there. So city structures is my view. I write and read all day. Maybe have a lunch date with a friend. Get back home and write more. Right before dusk, all 3 of us get out to catch the sunset and have ice cream. As night creeps in, me and my dogs listen to music and have dinner. I read some more before hitting the bed. Oh, and throw in a morning and evening skincare routine in this all too.

I don’t manifest all this. I’m not sure if it will ever happen. Even if it does, at what cost will it. My life is way different than this pseudo-Paris imaginary life. But is it impossible to achieve? Not really. Maybe it is. I’m not entirely sure if I’m making a living in this ideal life or if I have a trust fund to my name. In this economy it is difficult to imagine not having to work.

Maybe I’m afraid. Afraid to dream. Afraid of manifestation. Afraid of the probable heartbreak. What if I put everything I have and everything I can into this manifestation and life has other plans. Or heck, no plans at all.

I’m secure in this train-like cocoon around me and my eyes, where neither can I see where I’m headed, nor I am steering it the direction I want to go. No views, no desires, no heartbreaks. Only choo choo train and its choo choo.

Wannabe Parisian on a train to Never-never land,

Sanyasinni