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What time is it? Where am I? Am still here? These questions have been in the forefront of my subconscious the past few months. When it comes to patience, i don't have it (ok maybe a little, i obviously hve the patience to write this blog) 

I have been so busy the past couple of years planting my seeds and now years later....where the heck are the flowers? You know when you've work so hard to achieve something or to get somewhere and you are at the place where you can see it but you can't touch it? You've been moving at a rapid pace during planting season and now as you wait for the birth of your plantation you feel like your are creeping towards the birth. All of a sudden everything has slowed down.

You feel like the universe is screwing with you, teasing you, taunting you, daring you to lose control, lose faith, lose perseverance, lose courage. Forcing you to question the reality of your actions and the steps that you've taken? Or rather you could have done something differently? Or perhaps do something to speed things up?

And its funny how it happens to, it's a feeling that comes about abruptly. I mean for days, weeks, months; everything was calm with no hurry because somehow you know it's not quite time yet; and then one day you wake up and you want everything NOW. What happened, i've been waiting for days, weeks, months for this, why haven't I seen results. And one day you wake up and you see the fruit but it's not quite ripe...oooh! it's like a sting in the heart. You almost there, you just have to wait a little bit longer....tick, tock, tick, tock!

In a world govern by oppositional extreme forces..where does patience exist in the realm of reality? Is it action or reaction?

The Unidentifiable....

It's not an average nor an extraordinary one, but it is however quite a remarkable life. Only because I've been very fortunate, though I am fighting many demons and I have beaten many odds, things somehow always seem to work itself out. So I've made it my philosophy to live in the present/moment and be who/what I am.

I currently live in New York City, the capital of something I am sure in the world. It has so many names New York. Born here, half raised here, spent sometime overseas, especially Europe, Asia and the Caribbean Islands. You might think that living and growing up in so many places with various cultures and way of life, would make it difficult for one to find or know their true identity? But that is not the case with me, as as matter of fact, i make it very simple for myself.  My identity is where I am at that moment for that time, no matter where that place happens to be.  I always try to make the places that I call home (meaning my shelter/where I sleep) my home regardless of the fact of rather it is located in NYC, Paris, Tokyo, Bangkok, Dakhar, that is beside the point.  I do so by the decor, flavoring the place with sprinkles of my personality, my character, my interests, my values and my way of life. What matters is where I feel safe and where my spirit feels alive and free to roam the earth. That place will always be the home with which I will identify myself with and hence will define me.

I am truly a socializer, i enjoy entertaining at home, I believe that part of the reason is do to the stories that I can tell about my travels and places I 've live, and also an opportunity to share myself with those closest to me, and those whom I want to be closest to. Because there will be plenty of souvenirs around for people to connect me with while kicking off a conversation which could potentially last all night. It is hard I suppose to truly know me and figure out what I am all about, but that is the way it should be, isnt?.  I am still learning about who I am, and what I am all about...if I have not figured it, how can you?  I learn as much about myself having a conversation with you as I do having one with myself...heee. No there is no insanity here...hah! Though, I personally do not think there is anything wrong with a little bit of insanity, it keeps life interesting.

I've been categorized by so many things: eccentric, snob, cool, avant-garde, bohemian, activist, rebel, individual. Ahah! I find all those titles/categories rather funny, because when I think of myself I just think of being me. Whatever that applies and means, it could very well be all of the above or perhaps none of the above. A hybrid perhaps of something totally transcended and becoming as I grow. My purpose in this world is just that, to learn, grow and become. A metamorphosis forever adapting to its new found condition. As I am becoming, there are certain elements that I will apply to my transformation, to better understand myself, the world i live in and my role in it. Beginning with my interests such as: world affairs, philosophy, politics,  human rights, media, culture and the ins and outs of being a 30 something young city/urban woman.

So throughout this blog, you will read about all these things and my views/feelings/philosophy and interest in them. We will get to know each other this way. More of my background will be revealed, my passions, my pet peeves, my most haves, etc. I hope it will help both you the reader and myself to debunk some of the concept/theories out there by which these topics are dominated. I welcome a vigorous debate/discussion on all that is of interest to you. In addition, it is an opportunity to learn of something new, for me too. So this is my milieu ( a french word for 'surrounding'). I welcome you in it and look forward to a collaborative sharing of information and ideas.

What is my qualification to have a say about these things...well, do I need one? If so, I'll talk about the technicals but i'd really rather say that I am human, it is my nature to be curious, to want to learn, to want to grow, to have knowledge and that should be enough...no? Besides isn't that the new thing? I never miss a boat regardless of the destination. LOL

There are enough silent voices in the world, but we are not those silent voices are we? No, we speak and when we do we speak loud so the whole world can hear (read).