Fight for the time that feeds your soul fine

November 1, 2022

A crocodile, a snail, some branches and tropical leaves. A sloth hanging upside down and a chameleon whacking its tong at a fly that’s about to flap its wings the last time.

For one hour the next 29 days, I’ll sit here watched by the aforementioned croc and write. 

The stars are landing on the sky like a nice comfortable blanket you can wander under and get cozy.

Another day in the digital jungle wore me out. Loud, chaotic, and full of complexity. You need space to combat that cage. Space to breathe and space to seed. Ideas to fill your bowl and feed your soul.

Bow, because soon it’s time to give your body and mind the time to lie down.

But before that, I'll make the cheese sandwich my spirit desires. I sit here on my black office chair, in front of my black desk and black screen inhaling the moment I own. A warm desklight light throws a pattern on the rugged wallpaper letting me know as long as there are shadows on that wall, this time is just for me. 

My pale fingers skip and camouflage against the white keyboard like Callie the chameleon on the wall while I write these words that explode on your screen and hit the back of your mental feed. Sentences are born in the world of zeros and ones. Some land and some die like the unfortunate fly wasted by lizard on the wall.

The Ikea desk next to me is littered with cars of all shapes and sizes. Blue flames busting out of the Batmobile’s exhaust pipes, two classic Ford’s parked under a green transport helicopter and that custom Porsches rubber tires look like they’re getting ready to spit smoke and leave a trail of black vile to escape the chaos left behind the five-year-old sleeping comfy in his bed now for while.

The black warm headphones caress my ears, singing songs that water the seeds I planted earlier on the maze of pixels of black and white.

But time moves faster than my fingers can dance on the keys so it’s time to say goodnight and return tomorrow, right?

A black and white photo of the author Jussi's smiling face with shortcut hair and a short beardJussi Tarvainen

Former pro snowboarder. Author at night. Multi(failed)-entrepreneur. And mostly an awesome designer (said, my five-year-old son).

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