Oh yes, I have a first life or as the saying: a first life section. And I want this part somehow just forgot. When I think back, I am thinking particularly of loss, unbearable pressure to succeed, suffering and much sadness. A life in a hamster wheel. Sounds like a hackneyed Hollywood Story. From the sheer monotony into the glamor … Well, quite so striking it is not. Everything is finally a perspective.
One day I said to myself.
Loss? What can I still lose because, except my dignity? And my answer was: NOTHING. And my dignity was a single pile shards at the time.
Suffering? I do not want to.
Pressure to succeed? Should I be an incentive and in future I fuck the success and not the success fucks me …
And what was with sadness? Hey, I thought. That’s not possible. Because I am in the morning with a smile on his face and I want to have fun in my life and what I can give. Even if it then only smiling is that I can pass on.
This is my second life or a new chapter in my life. Sure, the first life, the confused situations, and finally, the consequential decisions have led me to this second life and a new place. This place is on the other side of the planet and is used for a place of dreams and passion, for others it is simply just the “City of Angels”.
After a long search and get to know the new environment, I came across a building in the middle of the Old Fashion Districts. Imagine that the houses in this district look more like from an old movie, which was filmed in New York. Old buildings from the golden 20s, brick, high ceilings, ladders and simple loft feeling. Beauty, as it is just … timeless.
From the first moment I knew. Here you one back. Slightly run down, dusty and a simple urban atmosphere but if you making it. Very stylish! The place for my plan was therefore now been found. Where I belong and here I will build my first PhotoStudio. A first step in my second life.
In recent days, I set up my new-found Studio. Is it looking for furniture, thrift stores and shops Photo.
Each piece I carried into my studio. Alone. And I love every single piece. Not much and no expensive designer pieces … but all belong to this old building and part of my plan.
And now, if I be in my studio, working or just because i’m often looking at the walls, the parts of the building and wonder what it probably this is about. There is a window part, which seems a little older than the other, where a screw into the wall and as a brick, which looks a little shabbier than the others. I wonder what these parts probably tell a story. And my furniture. My newfound, old Winchester couch, the old fashion doll, which I found by chance in a second-hand shop. Where she was probably used to be? What she wore for clothes?
All of them have a past. A history and an old life. Now that everything has been re-thrown together is born the second period of life.
Now, a new story can be written.
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