Escapist..
Paradiseseeker..

I just love stories, lately even more than ever, I see the beauty in all of them.
Stories in books, movies, comics and music, yes I love it all.
I escape in them, I always did, but now in a more healthy way.
I talked about a girl I liked in my last journal and how I wanted to trust on instinct more than my mind and thoughts and guess what, that works.
I think I have pretty good instincts cuz the girl is my girlfriend now, even though we live quite some km. apart from each other, I love it all.
We see each other just about every weekend.
The good instincts part; she is such a nice girl, I wish I would have known nicer girls in my life than I have known before I came across her.
Oh and I dont know if it sounds like that, but no, besides nice she is also hot.

Seems the moment I decided to throw the thinking overboard, the years of teachers and parents putting reason in my head, everything goes well.
We all shouldnt think so much, just go with your gut, listen carefully, it really speaks to you if you let it.
Seeking paradise using my instincts led me to a path I think I would have otherwise never taken, long distant relationship and all that, nah I would have passed, but I had a good feeling and I went with it without thinking and now I know that I like her more every time I see her and that is a very good thing.
Maybe having to make an effort to see each other is also a good thing, it's not all that easy Leeuwarden-Volendam but now you know, if you both take all the effort, that it is real and worth it, why else would I make the effort..? and she?
So really my instinct led my to something new and excited and I can't wait for next friday when she will come to me, just like I came to her last sunday, in a surprise actually, it was her birthday but I made up an excuse that I really couldn't come but I stood before her anyway and she loved it.
Always nice to surprise somebody and see that they are happy with it, especially if the surprise is yourself but the other person is still happy with it

Ah stories, I absorb them more and more, all day I spend making up stuff to put in stories of my own and after coming home from work either type those out or watch a good movie or read more Terry Goodkind or reconnect with Preacher all over again and yes listen to bands that tell tales of beauty, darkness, purity and death in there songs, I love it, I love it all.

I say; Yea life!

I can't wait to see what will happen all tomorrows that will still find there way to me.
What will happen in the stories I make up, the stories others make up and in the story of my own life?
I am so curious, bring it all on..

Wickeddd