The subtle art of not giving a fu#k
In summary there are things in life to give a fu#k about and others that are non deserving of our fu#ks given.
Wasting your energy on needless things in my opinion are total life zappers.
How we perceive things, situations and obstacles ultimately set us up on how we choose to react or act, given the amount of fu#k we give to the current problem.
And trust me problems we occur throughout the whole existence of your life span and we may not be the cause of the problem but it’s presented itself before us and our duty of care is to own it.
How much we’re willing to partake in the problem again comes back to how much we give a fu#k about it.
Determining what feels right or wrong again comes down to owning it and moving through it. How you scale your values is a direct result of your own experiences, you know your limits, you know your worth and by now you should know the amount of fu#k level given.
At times you got to weigh up what’s worth it
If you give too much, then you find yourself adrift
Is there such a thing as a balanced equation ?
Mind games play a role when there’s acts of persuasion
The headspace that consumes way too much
Letting go of shit that doesn’t weigh up
The yin and the yang, the two that blend
How simple it would be if two souls sang
Searching all four corners of the earth
Trying to find the one that gives it worth
Questions that tend to lead us astray, are the ones we conjure up rather then leaving it to come what may
Try to lead by the heart rather then the mind, Then perhaps one day you will find
All that resonates within your soul, is what truly makes it whole.
Weighing up the beauty of an authentic love, a balanced act when one becomes worthy of ….
The sounds of ancient times
A recollection of thoughts that are in your mind
A necessity to protect that which is deeply rooted within your heart
The bloodline carried on, a destination’s path
A kindred spirit that lays dormant within
It takes that someone to come along to bare what’s beneath your skin
Are you afraid of how you really feel inside
You’re a story teller at best of times
But there’s something you overlooked as your tales unbind
I know the words of a man who tries to hide
He is searching for something that he can’t find
If only he learnt to silence what’s in his head
There before him the truth is already lead ….
Written by Elizabeth Pozoglou
Allow me to share a story with you
One that will tell you in detail of this village I have grown to know
Where the windmills stand tall on the hills above
The people below live with a labour of love
Winds that blow through and rustle the leaves
The birds that sing because it believes
Lush forrest of green that surrounds this town
The trees that are grown are olive’s that are brown
A grand church that’s made by hand from granite stone
It’s bells that ring remind you that you’re not alone
Where the people you meet along the streets
Smile and wave at you as a way to greet
The bakery who’s aroma can be smelt from afar
Along the way you come across a little beer bar
Cats and dogs are overflowed in the towns centre
They make you want to reach out and hold them so tender
Let me tell you a little more about the people that are the occupants
They take you in with love, their smiles are full as their eyes dance
You’re fed to the point of no return
Stomach so full you can hear it churn
The wine comes in its abundance
Always filled to the rim if you leave it to chance
An afternoon sleep is much needed for recovery
Waking up anew ready for more discovery
The name of this town shares its history of the past
Proud of its roots it’s Vlachokerasea