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Fly Me

October 28, 2020

If you think it’s a game I’m playing the thing with the video in the beginning or at the end of a story, it is not! So, I suggest you watch the video since you’re here and we’re having this conversation. Hello there!

I have, a long time ago, figured out that when, in any kind of relationship with anyone, it’s not ever about age or a number of a particular sort of experiences or something to make a connection. It’s about the truth. The truth is just one, it’s not only pink all the time, it can also be dark grey. But! The truth in itself is pink. Is punk. And so is Millie Bobby Brown’s acting in this video.

The lyrics in itself to be sung, acted, performed like that by a then 12-years-old is something that, at first, when saying to someone I saw this girl acting in this video, while listening to the song, not actually watching the video, being honest in it like I can’t imagine that much people, grown up people, doing might sound tough for someone to even consider. But then, we see Millie in Find Me and she’s raw. 

The truth is raw and I believe that if more people would just choose life over… I don’t know what to name it, the world would become a better place. 

Art has this power. Of showing the truth. And this is about to sound cheesy as fuck, but love has it, too. But it’s true! See? True. Regardless of how much of a closeted romantic you might be, you know there’s only one truth.

We tend so much to think about what people think about us because we are afraid of being judged and you are only afraid of being judged because you judge.

A lot. 

Yourself, in the first place.

And one must not confuse the above with perfectionism of one sort or another. It is a deep fear to look, to really look at yourself in the mirror and see your true self. Remember Michael Jackson’s Man In The Mirror? And once you feel the truth, nothing real can be threatened. The fear slowly disappears the moment you learn that truth takes discipline and the hard work begins. Or exactly the opposite – the most simple thing to do ever. You know how sometimes it is just so easy? Like for instance, when you love someone. But before you love, you fall in love. 

You fall. 

In.

Love.

And then you love. It takes some sort of fierce consistency. Work. Discipline. But the one that tastes like your favourite fruit does. Or, in an awesome situation, like your favourite something you are about to discover, something you haven’t ever even thought of.

You can be as you choose to be. It’s an act of discipline sometimes, but it can be done, said Kevin Costner to Whitney Houston in The Bodyguard.

Open your mind, open your mind, open your eyes, open your mind. We hear that all the time. But that is the fucking point! Why does putting this word ~ you know what word ~ between other words feel so right sometimes? It’s also tough to translate it in other languages. Translate it in yours if English is not your mother tongue or simply because you can do it in another language, just for fun. One of my best friends learned Turkish just for fun, so he’s a close person I might have this conversation with pretty soon.

Bientôt. 

Later edit: my seven year old niece has just read the article. She asked her father what does fuck mean. Isn’t it the coolest that now she knows she isn’t yet allowed to use it? She’s so smart, now she’s not going to just pick it up from the movies (she watched A Star Is Born for more than ten times), because you have to really know how to use it. My mom is still not ok with me using it, so I guess this, too, you know when you know.

Open your mind to change. To be able to change. But for you to do that, to change, to become more of who you are, you need to open it first. To open your mind to different points of view. Just to see which one is the most truthful to you. Consider your initial point of view also. It is very often that we had ignored OUR initial point of view and that’s the trickiest when it’s the real one, in fact. But it has to be THE real one. How do you know? You know.

A closed mind stumbles over the blessings of life without discovering them is something I heard somewhere once.

Open your heart if you want to love/live and be loved. This is something sung in music so much. Almost every song, at the core, wants to say that. It hurts like crazy when it hurts, but there’s no better feeling than when it’s true and your heart is open. You know when you look at the ocean while laying on the sand in the most wonderful weather ever? And you have your sunglasses on?

And theeen, there are the people you can be your most true with and they can be the most true with you. Free. That’s connection.

That.

Is.

Magic.

Regardless of, glittearally, any-fucking-thing: circumstances, age, religion, color, race, style.

Remember your favourite fruit’s taste from above? Ok, cake. Or pizza. Or your mom’s or dad’s super-easy-for-them-to-make-and-for-you-to-enjoy dish?

That.

Is. 

Magic.

Now, you definitely, might feel you need to watch the video again. I feel you, I did a lot of times. It’s the place we left off anyway, no? Lift off. Same.

This is the first time I’m putting the same video in a story twice.

The truth in art is forever. It’s not only forever, but it is forever young. Whooh! The truth in life… In anything in life… It might seem like you can get away with not seeing it (the naïve way), not acknowledging it (the coward way) or even worse, hiding it (the stupid way), but the truth happens to also have the best sense of humour. You might get out of a hot bubble bath on a late evening, music slowly playing, the house all good smelling and boom!

Knock, knock!

Who’s there?

It’d better not be the truth knocking at our door, because the truth has just had a bubble bath with us, it’s in our music, it’s in our food , it’s anywhere anyway with us all the fucking time.

Why, why, why?

– Because we only have one life.

I meant the f word.

Oh, that again, yeah.


The mere fact of putting it all on paper just as it comes and then into the world feels good, freeing. It must be love, what can I say.

In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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Hey, this is Cristina Pavelescu wearing a music cassette sweater, decoding (life) style and writing from wherever, yet always living in OZ, a world I invite you into. To smile in front of our screens (and live one day), put any kind of questions, answer in writing (or imagination) and marvel at fashion which is, in fact, style.

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