A TALL DUTCH MAN, A SHORT STORY by Vernon S
My yearning and desire to get away had finally materialised with their invitation to join them in Amsterdam to manage their small bed and breakfast business. And just like that, within six months of their departure back to Amsterdam, I was on a plane leaving behind an old life and jetting towards my new adventures in Holland. Read more here: https://www.liferighting.com/writing/tall-dutch-man-short-story/ #memior#lifewriting
'Me before me'
Even though I am the easiest person to have a conversation with, I know that I can be a really difficult person to deal with. This is mainly because I will not let you in that quick. You can’t swoop in all at once and tear me apart from the inside. When I realised that my annihilation is and was my impulsive need to push people away, it was too late. I succumbed to the guilt, regret and I sort of crushed myself. Yes, it is just as unhealthy as it sounds and I can assure that most of us fail to look past it. The truth is that, to develop such a habit will inturn cause you to resent yourself. You should choose quality over quantity, you should choose your friends wisely, look for someone who helps you bloom. And when you actually see that happening, don’t push them away. Because if you do; it’ll mean that you are scared of yourself, you are afraid that you could mentally and emotionally destroy what you have. Which is not true. One bad experience does not define you. I was this way, trust me I have faced the wrath of my own foolishness and I am still trying to strive through it but if there is one thing I have learned, it is to have patience. See for yourself, look at how the person treats you, their actions towards you. Not everybody deserves to know you more than yourself but that does not mean that nobody deserves to know that beautiful soul. Some people come to stay. Recognize it and you will have the most precious relationships with them
-ts // after the day, comes the night. it’s a cycle, so is your life
🍊Marrakech Medina 🍊
Wheelbarrows piled high with fruit and vegetables appear out of nowhere. Mountains of oranges shimmer like mirages against the dark of the dusty streets and are pushed determinedly along by the impossibly thin limbs of men who look too old to push anything other than draughts across a draughtboard. Mopeds are driven in every direction, making you hop from left to right to left again as you attempt to navigate your way through the crowded medina to your destination, because you do have a destination, and this is important to remember. You are hoping this knowledge fills your stride with a sense of purpose and makes you look less vulnerable, less touristy. Some of the men stare at you with a strange look; disdain and lust and curiosity all mixed together. The mopeds career around corners, horns tooting, their drivers nonchalant, and you gulp down your own mixture of feelings - excitement, curiosity and fear - at this wonderfully alien place. (Piece TBC).....
Great to have a break but also great to be back working on @altrincham_word_fest with @meadowlarkprints in our favourite 'office' @commongroundalt . Fantastic support from @altrincham_unlimited for this project . Follow link in bio for more details of our #writingfestival .