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Give me rain, I’ll show you dance.

In life, Love, XX & XY on December 18, 2011 at 1:57 am

Rain On Me

It’s been 8 months since I’ve written for myself; the kind of writing that is indulging. I admit, I’ve been bottling up, and now? Now I’ve ran out of bottles…

8 months have passed, and perhaps the biggest change is that I’ve learned to genuinely feel again. Silly, because I’ve always felt, certainly, I’ve felt deeply since my very first memory, and I have an impeccable memory. I remember everything, even the moments I’d rather have not lived; it’s a blessing and a curse.

Through with the generalities, the problem – my problem(s) – with being so acutely and intensely sensitive, is that it’s actually tormenting to live, and exponentially worse to love. You see, I have a tendency to fall for the wrong people, and when I do, I give and love so intensely that I get blinded, derailed, and there’s no one there to catch me. Did I mention I fall for the wrong men? Legitimacy is so overrated.

I gave myself into love and into madness. Yet I never gave myself a chance to be loved. The moment someone confesses serious feelings for me is the moment I fly away, you can almost count on that. I’m a free spirit that will not be caged. If you want to keep me, don’t date me. That’s what I always say I’ve always said.

But that’s changed…

I’m in love. It’s scary for me to say this, because I’m going out of my comfort zone – and as a performing artist and trained actress, that’s a pretty big zone – if I could figuratively pinpoint a place where I feel I’m at, I would say Siberia… Yeah… I’m that far out of my world. But don’t judge just yet, because I have a vague idea of how ridiculous this equation is… chasing dreams in NYC + in love = Siberia. Under the circumstances, I can forgive you for not believing me, but really, I’ve always excelled at math…

Maybe Siberia has rainbows and butterflies, too, you know. But I’m really not trying to make it sound like Venice or Vienna or any other romantic, exotic, happening place. I say Siberia because, well, I hate to repeat myself, but I fall for the wrong men. Okay, so things haven’t changed completely…but enough.

Enough to make me feel, for the first time in my life, intoxicated in love. Only weeks ago, did I experience one of the deepest pains of loss. In darkness and isolation, I was mourning, yet when he spoke, his presence was like a ray of sunshine that penetrated right through me… he was like air, lifting me out of darkness, and making me breathe again.ย  I felt my world was a 2D black and white image compared to the kaleidoscope of colours that I see through him. I felt so much I’ve never felt before, and I wanted to feel more… I suddenly realized that when I gave myself into love before, I gave up what I deserved.

And perhaps by being in love this time, I’m doing it again, and perhaps I wouldn’t even come out whole, but even then, even with all the pain and hurt that is inevitable, I am surrendering myself, with reckless abandonment. Because it’s worth the trip; it’s the only trip that ever really matters.

So rain down on me, pour it all out on me. Some people stay idle to wait for the storm to pass, but I dance with every raindrop that falls. I’ll even throw away my umbrella, so that I could be completely free to embrace all that there is, so that I could catch it all. I won’t run towards shelter, or hide under a bridge… I will dance with the rain, to the rhythm of the storm, let passion decide each turn and the wind choreograph each twirl. I will captivate love, the way you’ve had it captivate me, and I will be ever-electrifying.

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3rd time’s the #charm

In Restart on December 27, 2010 at 1:09 am

 

Reflections

Taken at the Shakespeare & Co. bookstore, Paris, FR, 2010

I tend to be a rather reflective-thinker; records indicate that December is in fact, my most reflective time of the year. It’s true, this is the third blog I’ve started, but this time I shall try to make it last. “Try” is the operative word here.

My first blog was started in December of 2009, under the username April Affinity, on Blogger. The second was started exactly a year later on my homepage, at http://www.xirenwang.com. However, both of them quietly died by May; same lifespan, same fate, completely coincidental, alas, May is not this blogger’s friend.

A lot of web2.0 digi-savvy friends have said that maintaining an online presence is a marathon, not a sprint. I’m a fast funner, and I don’t lack stamina. I’m too imaginative to fall victim of writer’s block, mostly because I’m always inspired by the incredible people I surround myself with. I’m the sharing type, so it’s personally frustrating when my blogs die – certainly, I’m the one to blame, but I’ve come to conclude that my logic, priorities, and work ethics are inherently problematic. You see, I write for myself, but I put others first. Over time, that means the blog just falls off the list…

Perhaps this calls for some re-organizing and re-prioritizing. It’s a good time of the year to do that… The title of my third blog, JeNeSaisQuoi, is a perfect capture of how I feel about all this. I’ll try to outlast May…

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