{"id":662,"date":"2016-10-28T19:54:14","date_gmt":"2016-10-28T16:54:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danieliusg.lt\/?p=662"},"modified":"2021-07-06T22:10:49","modified_gmt":"2021-07-06T19:10:49","slug":"ode-dziaugsmui-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debesyla.lt\/uzrasai\/en\/2016\/ode-to-happiness-i\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to Joy I - When I forget the words"},"content":{"rendered":"

Goal of the day: 137 words<\/a>. Written: 459<\/b>.<\/p>\n

Two years and three months ago, I was in love with a girl. Her name was Mileta and she was probably the most amazing girl I'd ever met... Until I realised I was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I'm reliving in my mind the meetings with her, the epic of our communication, trying to understand her - to understand what I was like then (and two years is a long time to be 24 years old!). I was a different guy then: quieter, more withdrawn, more cowardly, not knowing what to do with my ability to create.<\/p>\n

And I write her a letter.<\/p>\n

A few weeks after the first meeting. July 31st, 2013.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I forget the words.<\/h2>\n

Hi. Yes, you, hello.<\/p>\n

I don't know how to put it into words. ...And I write precisely because sometimes I forget them.<\/p>\n

Somewhere far away, in the mists of oblivion, I have told you that when I am with you, I forget my words. I forget my language. I forget my thoughts, science, physics, the whole world around me, my memories, my stories, my funny stories, I forget what goes on in my head.<\/p>\n

That's strange.<\/p>\n

I rarely forget that.<\/p>\n

I know that one of the ways to escape the thoughts that are running around in my head is to talk. Or to write. But with you, I don't even need to talk or write to forget everything that is not worth remembering.<\/p>\n

That's strange.<\/p>\n

Like a wave, you push tiny shells, grains of sand onto the shore, where they will be trodden on by bare feet.<\/p>\n

When you ask me \"Daniel, okay, it's your turn now - tell me what's on your mind\", I get confused. Because I realise that... I wasn't thinking anything!<\/p>\n

Listening is easy - I like to listen to other people's stories, experiences, worlds. I like to observe people. Like birds on a cherry blossom branch, chirping and inviting their friends to dine on delicious shiny berries.<\/p>\n

Birdwatching is a pleasure. Like probably all other animals. But it would be hard to tell those animals what I was thinking if they suddenly spoke up and asked me.<\/p>\n

When I'm with you, I don't think. And I don't know why.<\/p>\n

I don't think about what I normally think about.<\/p>\n