Material life is like that. It's dirty, tragic, hopeless, nasty - then it turns out to be pretty, romantic, bright, pinkish. Duality at its best. We are souls not designed to enjoy this madness, yet here we are. It's a mud bath, no doubt. We throw shades at others who live the life we want. Courage is rare among the people. The masses hate, rank, and isolate. To face their own demons, nah, too much to ask. The artists are the only ones who walk tall in those metal pink tutus. We are the ones who make you think, feel, and act. We move this world forward.
I had all the hair colors and shapes a person can try. I even had bleached eyebrows - a terrible idea, if you trust me. My style has changed so many times during the decades. I was a rapper, a rocker, an alternative girl, a tomboy, a soldier, a party queen, a monk - the list is endless. Faces of material life. Inside I have always been a soul. Just watched the circus. Being the pure witness of it all.
What do you want from this life? How can you give back to those who helped you? Who do you think you really are? Questions that need answering. Actions do speak louder than words. Even written ones.
Barbie movie is on the way. Really? That's the best they could come up with? I believe that plastic doll ruined many lives in reality. The expectations, the goals, the fantasy of playing. Girls and adults want to look like Barbie but of course, it's sick and twisted, and never can come true. Rather watch Emma Thompson in any make-up or costume.
your soul friend,
Kata The Nomad Writer & Screenwriter
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