Yesterday was a serious post. Make it a lighter one today.
I had just read James' LamodeOutre. It was interesting how he can express his thoughts in those fluent & amazing English. For me, a C6 English student, it will be kind of all over.
Someone asked me,"Do you have countless of clothes & accessories at home?"
Me: "No, I do not have enough."
After that, I was pretty guilty of what I have said. But being a woman, especially one who is so vain & constantly thinking of beautifying herself in her own way, style & manner, it will never be enough. However, then I thought the challenge of style is not about quantity. It is about the quality you can achieve by the limited quantity one has.
It is easy for many to dress up & be stylish with the celebrity kind of wardrobe. But what if we have a miser & beggar kind of wardrobe, how can one build up the signature look?
Hence, I told myself, I need to make do with what I have, transformed my wardrobe like it is a endless pit. But all I have is only that 4 door wardrobe.
Style is about oneself & one's sense of courage. Some may think wearing Black is safe. But I don't think so. Black is a huge colour. So huge that sometimes it serves as a barrier. Barrier to approachable. I used to think that black is so mysterious and unapproachable. Hence, I wore alot of whites which I still do. But I learnt to accept Black as a colour to show some kind of edgy part of me. From then on, I started playing with colours. I started playing with clashes.
Like a saying goes,"Like poles repel, unlike poles attract." This will lead to "Opposite attracts"
So there is no need to match colours. I found satisfaction clashing colours at times.
Style is incorporated in our daily lives as well. Do you think the person besides you is of matching personality & interest with yours? Some may but I believe majority are not.
You and I are finding that balancing point in life. But is there such balancing point?
Hence, I chose to go against the flow. Inside me, I know I want to set myself free to a level of freedom that I can't control as well.
I wish for the day to come. Longing for it.
Recently, someone advised me, "We have to learn how to live our lives daily and not run!"
I used to live my life like no tomorrow. But as age is catching up, the fear of losing is increasing. I hate it. So I chose to leave my comfort zone and started running my life. But I think this is not healthy again. I start to lose myself. Lose myself to the society, lose myself to the conventional flow.
So I am going to heed this friend's advice:
Do 1 thing a week that moves me from being myself to the ME that I almost am.
This is change.
Cheers
