My favorite nights are long talks with beautiful strangers. Working at hostels is my absolute favorite. So many people coming through. So many stories being told. So many hopes. So many wishes.
So I made a wish jar. We had one at my other hostel. I ask people to write wishes on a slip of paper and place them in the jar. I promise them I will take them to the sea, put them in an empty wine bottle and send it off. And I plan to.
The looks on people’s faces when I tell them to write a wish… Ranging from bewilderment to surprise to incredulous to speculation. But they all write something. Late at night I peek in the jar. It fills my heart with happy to see what people wish for. Some wish for things for themselves. Some with for other people. Some wish for many people. But they all warm my heart.
Hostel life. People come. People go. You connect. You talk. Make memories. Stay up drinking and talking. Adventure in the days. And they leave. But each and every one still has made an impact on me, some more than others.
We had a lady come the other day. She is 37 and slightly off… She was on a nudist cruise but left in the middle of the cruise… She never explained why. But she’s caused some havoc and headaches around here. I stayed up with her one night because she was quite drunk and falling over and the receptionist had to leave. Working at hostels you get used to taking care of drunk people. She was speaking straight Russian to me. I had no idea she spoke Russian, nor do I know any Russian. But I helped her. Talked with her. Was a friend.
Later, my two (current) favorite people came back from their night out. An older guy who can speak all the languages ever, very charismatic and charming. A sexy Steven Tyler kind of vibe. And his girl, a Romanian girl I didn’t know too well. The guy went to bed and I sat and talked with the girl for a couple hours. Deep thoughts. Philosophical. I felt an instant connection. Positive energy. My soul sister. I wrote notes so i could look back on then later. I have copy and pasted them below. Interesting thoughts. People never cease to fascinate me.
Today the receptionist at the hostel and I had a long conversation with an older guy from Turkey about life, love, spiritual beliefs and God.
It’s fascinating to talk to people from different cultures. Backgrounds. Beliefs.
Yesterday I hung out with more Couchsurfers. We started out as 3 and by the end of the night we were at least 15. My best friend who used to stay at my hostel was there. Germans. French. Romanians. Australians. I made paper airplanes and threw them across the table right there in the restaurant terrace where we were sitting. And I took them with me to watch my Romanian friends band. I adore live music, even if I don’t understand the lyrics. It’s interesting actually, not understanding the lyrics. You hear songs in a whole different way.
Balance / battle between the brain and the heart
Feel your brain.
Don’t get eaten by the heart eaters
Somebody else is waiting for you. Close the circle if you can’t help them. Someone else is waiting beyond.
When you drink you are Vulnerable to people who use the brain more than the heart and we are hunted.
Drink with the people who bring you light.
1. What Do i want?
2. After I know exactly what I want. I will do it. Systematically. Slowly. In a way that is smart. Algorithmic. Knowing All the probabilities.
It’s a New era of living.
Everything happens for a reason.
Ask others. Don’t be afraid. Ask for help. Let people help you. Never be afraid of anything.
Dont be afraid to give. Give. Give. And don’t expect anything in return. Do it from the heart.
Don’t keep the pain. Feel it. Accept it Let it go. Don’t get stuck in the pain.
Smile from all of your organs. Give your whole body the smile. And you will glow.”
“Everything is not as you see.”
“Your American Dream is our Romanian fantasy”
“I don’t want to believe in God. I want to believe in people.”
“Send out white energy from the heart. Heart to heart connection.”