The Love Journey of Lakshmi
It is funny.
Whatever is happening on dating apps.
I have had this experience many times.
‘That I was looking for something casual’.
Those were the exact words I have been using.
I have found that the meaning of casual has taken its own turn.
According to the men that I have been speaking to, about this.
The last one said, that brought this back to my mind :
‘Over here something casual means usually just having sex’.
He ended with some laughter.
‘hahaha’, is what he said.
I received an invitation for a 21-day challenge that was connected with the law of attraction.
My mind started to spin about the things we call attraction.
Not to go into deep of what it is we find attractive. However it could be the start for a story I will write about, one day in the future.
To come back to attraction.
For some time, already for years I have been on the side of the things that are going around about the law of attraction.
One more time I will travel, just a bit.
The plan is becoming more substantial and I am finally getting the hang of it.
A plan that is still in the making.
I am starting to enjoy the process and every single little bit.
As traveling is a journey in itself.
Many times, I have already tried.
Some backpacking, some volunteering, some English teaching.
Some road tripping or just booking to whatever I feel like going.
Some city Hopping or just a weekend elsewhere spending.
Though, this time it will be different.
A love overseas or is it just living ´la vie en rose´?
La vie en rose, ´A life in pink´ or meaning ´Seeing life through rose-coloured glasses´.
Which is self explanatory.
I am thinking.
Is to have a love overseas, something too romantic?
And if we want to have this kind of romance, shouldn´t it be within our reach?
´Dating the Nice Guy´.
Just some words that caught my eye.
I don´t know if it was an advertisement or some story that was passing by.
Something that was alluring to me the least.
The story started with a girl that met a guy.
They bumped into each other and met on several occasions.
Pretty randomly.
The finding of a place called home is not something easily to consider.
And I don’t even know if I can call it a journey of love.
It is a journey in itself.
The start of this, I believe, is something brave.
I just don’t know how this ends.
Or where I will be.
It is a decision that I need to make.
I don’t know how it will end.
I even don’t know the way to that destination.
Perhaps that is already the destination in itself.
Something I just remembered.
I once told a story to my friend.
A true one, someone that I actually lived and did.
Once I was in Denmark.
I heard they were having a fight.
It wasn’t a particular fight.
And it wasn’t that I overheard anything.
But somehow I had heard that there was a fight and my name was mentioned in that fight.
I believe that I might even have been the cause of this fight.
I was surprised. Surely.
Why would you have a fight over me?
After thinking about the story of Romeo & Juliet and the interpretation of my own.
I was walking a bit and then realized the following.
With the connection of finding out if there is love in Lisbon for me.
Better to say if Lisbon is the place for me.
The story of Romeo and Juliet gives me an answer with high probability.
There was this article I was reading.
It was about two people who had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, cause they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
Standards, it is what I am thinking.
One of my stories is just about that.
It is called a ‘Love recipe’.
That is the name of the story.
I believe standards are not just standards.
They can actually also be a foundation.
Let’s call it the foundation of love.
Whatever that might mean.