Fly.

After 30 days of strike, and Lily's mom going Hulk on all the good I had built for Lily, I felt the urge to destroy the world. It's been an emotional week - again. Like, seriously, is there ever a stop? It seems like life is just throwing challenges at me at the moment, and I still haven't figured out why.

Maybe because I'm not down on the ground. Because I'm still happy, haven't reached the breaking point yet. I did get many conclusions out of what's happening though, put in the work, all that which I know I have to do when life starts kicking me. But it hasn't stopped, yet. I'll find the lesson eventually. Always do.

My brother and I had a therapy session the other day, after he had to witness how Lily's mom treats me. Turns out I'm a very effective filter. He's basically where I was at around 7 years ago, when the mom took Lily to Venezuela without telling me, and I didn't know where they where for 3 months. After that session, I suddenly had the urge to sit down, drink too much beer, and write while listening to an album that I hadn't touched in years. Today, I went through the lyrics of the first song and there is a connection.

If it doesn't work, click here. It's the playlist for the album.

All alone I pierce the chain
And on and on the sting remains
And dying eyes consume me now
The voice inside screams out loud
I am focused on what I am after
The key to the next open chapter
'Cause I found a way
To steal the sun from the sky
Long live that day
That I decided to fly from the inside

I'm so focused on my path, I even leave people out. It has become a defense mechanism. Blinkers on, stay on the road, don't let life distract you in these days. Because Lily is that important. At least to me. I'm not alone in this, but in the session, I noticed that I'm the furthest ahead. I wrote a post about that, to be published soon. It's hard to explain, but I found some words.

Since Lily is with her mom, my brother and I took advantage to do something for ourselves. Distraction. Fulfilling. We went to Quito with my girlfriends siblings, and had an awesome (and expensive) night. In the morning, we went for coffee in one of the best roaster that I've ever been to. It's so impressive what coffee can taste like.

We got a sampler of the best beans. It didn't taste like coffee. It was a myriad of flavors. Preserving the flavor, as well as manipulating it, is based on how it's fermented and processed. Variety, too, of course. But if you have a golden roast, meaning very light roast, the original flavors are so incredibly intense. It was just amazing. They have great food, too, and I'm probably going to steal some ideas of theirs for the Pandala-Patio.

The music was electronica, mostly, but for some reason I had to think about this one. It's one of my absolute favorite live takes of a song.

And Reggae for breakfast is always a great choice. Music in general. There is a certain connection that I have to preparing the breakfast while blasting music. Doesn't really matter what, but there are some that bring a certain kind of nostalgia, as our father always did that. My brother does it, too. Especially on the weekend. We had it a week ago. I was preparing the pancakes since Saturday is pancake day, and put on an album that my father loved to play - The Division Bell by Pink Floyd. It's one that stuck into my head, too.

This is the second song. I recommend listening to the whole album, as it's an experience. But this one sticks out, as I connect to it, for the reasons mentioned in the first part of this post.

Day's almost over. I'm up for a beer. Drop some comments if you like!

Post written for the #saturdayselections by Galenkp inviting us to share music in the Weekend Experiences community on Saturdays.

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