I had some flashes of words that stayed in my mind.
After I wrote my last story.
‘Tesla’ and ‘Entrepreneur’, were those words.
And we all know what he did.
However it is not going to be a love story as such.
Not an extension of what I started in my previous story.
More details of what I believe suits me as a lover.
As that is how I finished my last story.
‘Where hesitation, doubt and pain, lead to a connection of love’.
However this story is about something else.
I don’t know if I should tell you already.
Or that I should let you find out for yourself.
Perhaps a little hint would be appropriate.
Or just something I let unfold by itself.
I don’t think there is really a choice.
All comes down to the same.
Just that this is another story of love in my cabinet of findings.
Of what I feel and believe.
Think that is there.
Or at least something that I feel like writing a story about.
And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
That this is a story close to my heart.
Perhaps another piece to where I can find my next lover.
So let me start writing it.
Nikola Tesla, a man we started to know, not that long ago.
By his intelligence and the things he did.
What he found and what he was working on.
Way before his time.
An accomplishment of his.
Entrepreneurial in its essence.
And I think you can call him just that.
Something that is great about him.
I mean, that he was ahead of his time.
But the sadness I feel when writing about him, means something else to me.
I believe it is something we can all agree on.
That it is sad to know about him.
That he was never able to let people believe in his findings.
That he was living in a hotel room and couldn’t actually afford that.
That he had loans, but never able to pay that off.
Apart from his living situation or that he couldn’t really bring forward what he was working on.
Make people believe in him, so to say.
The saddest thing is that he didn’t really get any accomplishments or breakthroughs that could give him those credits.
Where he would be able to live according to his standard.
Worthy of himself.
No women by his side, no children to bring forward his legacy.
Just him and himself.
And so he died a lonely death.
Sad I think that is.
From all those things that I mentioned before.
What is to be learned about this?
I don’t really know, or can’t really say.
Just that there was a downside to his life.
Although highly intelligent, there was something lacking.
Perhaps the lesson to be learned is to know that everything comes with a price.
And the more I think about it.
The more I start to realize.
For myself.
I mean, I understand that there is more to a story than just the positive.
But what I like to learn from his story is that it shouldn’t have to be the way Nikola Tesla perceived life.
I guess that is what should be learned from his story.
Although his intelligence was out of the ordinary.
Perhaps he couldn’t be put in a box, that he lived outside of the common.
A system that he couldn’t live in and that is why he lived a life in solitude.
Celibitair even.
It could all possibly be.
The fact remains he was ahead of his time.
That gives somehow solitude to his story.
Perhaps even a reason why.
However it is still sad in my eyes.
At least reading it from a point of love.
So, to make this story contemporary.
Or perhaps something that already is.
In memory of Nikola Tesla.
I believe for those geniuses out there.
The highly intelligent, sensitives and spiritual ones.
Just a few examples I am naming.
And you can fill in for yourself if this is something you feel called to.
At least all of them that are not easily put in the box of the ordinary.
Something I consider myself.
I believe this lack that we can fill is what our predecessors lived and where we can build further on.
In the meaning when it comes to intelligence, sensitivity, perhaps even time and energy.
To learn those lessons, accomplishing what these predecessors couldn’t or didn’t do.
For no specific reason.
And that is what makes this story complete for myself.
Or at least the struggle I am finding with making my stories known.
My stories can have a lonely death where people find my legacy, words I ever wrote, long after I had died.
However, this is the choice I am making.
Right here, at this moment.
Trusting my senses and continuing on what I believe.
A system of my own, where I adjust the standards to that of my surroundings.
Take control over my future and arrange the circumstances to make my work a success.
Not one after my death, but one where I am able to live.
To enjoy it myself, also.
Or in the first place.
However, that remains a question, until I get to that point.
I will tell you, once I get there.
But I hope you will just read my stories instead.