Pirrot LaFlamme

There's a fire in me that is burning long and hard. At times a burning ember, sometimes fiery blaze and sometimes it feels like I'm burning out. I'm in my hotspot when I can burn anything and anyone off but when I can't, I will torch, blaze or burn with my flame. I scold when I flame and I would only sear to cauterize. I've always wanted to set the world on fire whether it means fly and get scorched by the sun, going up in flames, or Paris burning. One thing I do know for certain is if I were french, I would be known as Pirrot LaFlamme.

A place with happy memories for anyone but me

I know that what I'm about to unfold is among the most uninteresting topics of which I could ever chose. I will try to make it less so, but bear with me nevertheless. The topic is parents.

Today I arrived at our oldest and ultimately the nicest of our beach houses. I remember the time before this blog where the house was new and where a lot of work still needed to be done. My parents were new in the renovation business and therefore they needed a helping hand that I was unwilling to give. I have been unwilling to accompany my parents in any way except travel for longer than I can remember. I have been so desperate to avoid them that I would lie and cheat them every time they had me somewhat cornered. A lie lead to the next and before I knew of it I was learned at experienced. I decided one day that the lies had to stop and my life changed. In an instant I had instant instability and an inability to indulge in describing any activity of mine on this blog which is dedicated to the happiest of times. My relationship with my parents broke completely and we started anew. Six months later I'm sitting here. This is the first time that I've seen our beach house since then. It feels so different but it looks all the same. This time over it has no lies. No facade. This time I enjoy it.

Where are you going?

I've taken many shady paths to be in the place that I am today. I've been a million different people. I've been only one. Who you are at a specific time, defines only who other people think you are. An instance of personality. A million things to improve and a single path to choose. These paths are a great deal pleasant when you choose the right one. But when you choose a path along with those you love or when you are able to show the best of you, then you'll have a good chance of being happy. Even better is when you are happy with the path you chose and the person you became. In a million parallel universes I would never have left my former path. Now that I'm on a new one, I feel confident and happy about my choice and the person that I have become.

For the persons who shared my path and showed me how to love

I love all of you