Forming a human chain, touching each other’s body with our multiple hands, strangers kissing, smelling someone’s skin and caressing his cheeks, letting your hair flow in the wind, having your toes licked by this guy … looking into her eyes and seeing pure pleasure. Sensing the attraction growing even though you seriously told yourself it was dangerous. Letting go, flowing with your heart to the rhythm of a melody, listening to your inner waves collapsing on each heartbreak, shaping a new beginning.

Observing my Facebook chat bar on the right corner of my screen and all these memories coming back to me. All these never ended-never started stories gathered in one bar, one single scrolling action to see my life unfold. My deceptions, my regrets, my fears are right in front of me now. I’m a very lazy fatalist, letting something bigger decide.

Why do we keep so many faces, so many intense memories, so many encounters, and so many incredible experiences into our brains? How is it possible now to have them so near digitally on a stupid bar while visualizing them come back to life. I feel this lost love’s heart beating as he connects and disconnects from the live chat, I picture him hesitating to send me a “hello”. Am I simply dreaming? Yes! Or, maybe not? Who knows what would happen if I posted a new profile picture in an hour. Would some old dates or new single guys get all excited learning I’m still alive and beautiful (thanks to this new filter I chose). Are we all obsessed with Communication?

Who can’t be alone anymore while still so lonely? For instance, I could speak to so many people as I write this story. I could interact with deep souls, have lighter conversations in Spanish, learn what’s going on in Cambodia, schedule a future movie date in Paris, find a place to stay for free in NYC … I collected so many Facebook friends. If you use Facebook intelligently you can keep in touch with encounters all over your world travels and create new ones. This can go on and on and on … more options, more conversations, more discoveries, more miles, more openness, and more inspiration for creative things, more Life …

Yet, lately I had a realization. I was traveling in Israel and felt truly at home. I fell deeply in Love with Tel Aviv. My crazy mind reacted very fast: “Should I move there?” The situation and timing is perfect. I am a big fan of moving to new places and getting to know new people, new places and learning a new language.

Forming a moon is a song I heard in a bar in Tel Aviv. It triggered something deep inside of me as if it was a sign sent from G.od. I realized I didn’t want to be disturbed, I didn’t want so many people to talk to, I didn’t want to be popular, I just needed a funny, honest, interesting human being to share my time with. Since then, I’ve been filled with so much love and in need to hug my parents. As if I had become a Child again (aren’t we always and forever the child of our parents anyway?)

Right this second, I’m alone sitting at my desk and still spontaneously writing this piece. I just write what comes to mind as if I was speaking to you. Never erasing, rewriting or correcting, same, as I would do in my Life.

It’s my philosophy: staying true to myself, endlessly trying, going with my feelings, being passionate, writing my own story even if it’s full of spelling mistakes, omissions or imperfections.

My writing style is my Lifestyle. I cannot stop listening to Forming a Moon picturing myself in the streets of Tel Aviv with my yoga mat and my fresh banana date juice. I am living ahead of time, I’m living in the Future and that’s why I cannot talk to anyone, cannot click on anyone’s name in that chat bar … just waiting for a divine Sign.