#perfectdays

PERFECT DAYS Next time is next time. Now is now.

I firmly believe that there are films that are specifically made for you, and as for me, Perfect Days by Wim Wenders is one of them. This film is truly for me, and I have watched it in the most perfect time of my life. The emotions that this film gave me were something I really needed, that I was actually in tears just 20 minutes into it. I have learned a lot, and it reinforced everything I believe in at the moment about this little life I have. I cannot really put it into words; I just knew that this is one of the most beautiful recent films I’ve seen.

Lately I’ve been relishing the peace that living on my own terms gives me. I’ve been waking up every day, sometimes alone, sometimes with my lover — tending to my plants, lighting an incense whilst drinking my sweet black coffee, and basking in the late afternoon’s sun. I am becoming my own person, my own confidante, and my own savior. I used to loathe this city, but as of late I am appreciating living in it especially now that I am slowly building a space for myself where I can truly grow and be free. Sometimes it is not really the place, but the peace you’re wielding within you.

A really rare thing but at times I am crying out of happiness, perhaps it is from the thought that my now is something I used to dream of in the past. It took a long time but here I am now, admiring my life even more despite all of the forces that tell me otherwise. It is never perfect, there were blue days for sure, but something in me feels better. Something about believing how time is so magical, and it’ll cast its most wonderful spells at the most perfect moments. I am breathing well this time and I am grateful for that too.

I am aware that life would not always be like this, that peace come and go. Soon I might dive into a different routine, soon I might be busy that I won’t have the time to pause and take a breath. But what’s important now is that I know how to return to my core. I now have this power to reset everything, go back to my home where life is still, do all of the things again that make me the happiest. Life is a cycle, there will be nights and days, darkness and light. But choices will always be present, and hopefully after every blue hour, I would always still choose to light a candle and fill even the littlest corner of the room with warmth.