And I am writing this just now (as in not earlier) because of the flow.
Mantras, you know? I was perfectly fine with one of mine until I bumped into another one. Go with the flow used to be the one I’ve been believing in. But then Only dead fish go with the flow popped up the other day on my Insta. And my mind has been debating ever since. Maybe yours will, too, now. Or you know already? Or maybe you don’t want to even think about it and you just go with the flow. You know?
Up until now I’ve been embracing everything that life has put me through. Overthinking at times, but as long as I’m admitting it, I think I’m also enjoying it. Everything. Although, it’s not about that. Overthinking. It’s about going to the bottom of it, no matter what that “it” is. For the fun of it. Otherwise, things are just happening, coming, going, wasting (not in that sense), whatevering. So I let them happen, but not once without ***thinking, thinking of the right word***arrr***hmm*** yup, it’s still embracing from the beginning of the paragraph. Everything has its own tiny space somewhere in me. Life, you know? Or the universe and its laws or something.
But what is dead fish? Or better said, what is alive fish? Should I go with the flow or should I go to the person next to my table at the coffee shop and say Hey, hey, heeey! and see what goes from there? This would mean high-fiving everyone. Interesting sight…
The moment I found the fish quote, I thought: F*ck the flow! But maybe the fish just happened to be there, in the water, and they just died. You know what I mean? They didn’t die because of the flow.
Why? Well, you know when you find the perfect sandals, the perfect ring, the perfect house, the perfect job, the greatest love in the most random moment? There must be a quote on that for sure. Maybe the fish struggled so much to find the perfect sandals, the perfect ring, the perfect job, the greatest love that they died trying. But then there’s 50 Cent’s lyric Get rich or die tryin’!. Not that I would mind getting rich. Nor would I want to die. Like the fish. Or die trying like the fish.
The flow is natural. I love nature. I lobe the flow. Hello.
However, there are moments when you should be the fish and put the sunscreen on. But no, I just went with the flow and you know. What happened. No, I didn’t turn into a fish.
But I could have. Into the alive one. Hello! Because I am writing this when I could, very easily, be sleeping because guess what! I went with the flow, burnt my skin, got exhausted (like for real, because yes, this is the effect of getting your skin burnt like that!) and now I’m enjoying the flu to the fullest. A burnt and sneezing fish. Some fish…
And then there’s this:
And it’s awesomeness!
Bottom line? Wear sunscreen! And pretty clothes.