That´s (not) my film :: 2025
In the - still hippie-influenced - 90s we had a language that was totally real. Asked how a cafe etc is we would say: „good vibes“ or: „interesting vibes“ or: „really weird vibes there!“. When there were good vibes we stayed, when weird vibes we would leave of course.
I remember a young woman in athens, greece, rolling her eyes and leaving a place, and when I asked her why, she looked at me and said: That was not my film there.
And she was right. Sometimes we found ourselves in places that weren’t our film, meaning boring people, weird things, not good. We also said - „I felt as if I was in the wrong movie“ or: „what kind of movie is THAT ?“ And we would act accordingly, in a very self assured way. It was normal.
Back then we had a language that navigated us successfully through all kind of weather. Most of my generation spoke it (just like most did backpacking and all men were up to feminist values, evolution!), as we grew up in the aftermaths of the hippie revolution. It was difficult NOT to be up to that ( a weird minority probably, outsiders ).
I have finally managed to read the theory of the yoga, something that turned out to be amazing (no yoga without theory i ́d say now). It made me think that maybe the hippies not only brought yoga back to us, but also the language of the higher cultures or at least parts of it.
We spent our youth in that language, we used it in a real way (not the commercial way like today, same with the yoga which has been stripped of almost all essentials these days). We had a compass, we could travel around the world with that and would find nice places and meet great people. It really worked.
So it’s easy, it’s just a choice.
As the greeks said: We choose who we are.
:: 2025 ::
(c) greece :: 2023
