So here goes my first short thought. 

When I look at the world- I see bodies of people and aside from the minimal amount who create their own either incredible or horrific moral code the majority of them live by what society has set out for them; they are born, they are raised, they get an education, then they try find work and then they slave away at whatever job(s) they find for the rest of their lives encircled by the various relationships they form. 

So- what I thought about tonight was what would happen if individuals decided to completely reshape this majority-based moral code and live life in a completely reshaped way... think of it like this: you are born, you then get a general education for a few years (exploring all areas of careers and life) until they finally decide on their choice of careers- not for money, not for status, not to impress, not to live by someone else's expectations of you... but a career that makes you glad to be alive and happy for most/all of your life?

Imagine what a remarkably amazing way to live that would be. So, as I was thinking of personally what I believe to be a glorious way to live I thought about what it would be like to live in this way and what I would do... and so:

I'd be born (nothing would change family wise), I would get my basic education and most definitely find myself being interested in photography, writing, singing and acting- a lot of things but thats just a personal thing... I guess each does a different thing for me and a different part of me excels and benefits. I would take photos of interesting, intriguing and beautiful people all over the world whilst travelling with my beautiful boyfriend and dearest friends and family... I would write about everything I do on here and more as I matured and explored further areas of life and knowledge in general, I would sing and write songs about everything I love and hate at concerts performing in huge arenas filled with strangers (for some reason thats less scary for me) and I would act in movies and series getting to be a different character and have various part-time lives. 

Obviously this isn't realistic based on time constraints, balancing things and general life buuut you know what I mean- someone realises they love baking at a young age and instead of slaving away at 18 at science and math they go to cooking school young and excel in something they're good at, waking up every day loving their life because they love what they're doing. 

It just makes more sense to me- that each individual in this mad, crazy, huge world should cultivate what they specifically love and are good at with the absence of money or status in mind and live a life they love. 

I don't know... I'm probably just dreamy due to my lack of sleep.
Let me know what YOU would do if money(etc) didn't matter?

(Oh and while I was writing this I was drinking warm milk with honey and if you haven't already...TRY it.)

Hello! 

[So... the aim of this message is to prove my existence and tell anyone who is interested that I'm back to writing A Piece of Zoe. 

When I started this blog, my aim was to write constant, long, essay-type pieces based on around a number of topics I'd always felt (and continue to feel) strongly about. 

Somehow it seems I had more time or at least gave myself more time; I used to sit and get stuck in one of my pieces for days but then for some reason- I never checked my writings after sharing them (note the spelling mistakes and parts that make no sense...) and this is what I like to call the spontaneous-writer in me; the writer I believe I am- one who gets in a thought in their mind and writes it down the just way it was thought up. 

SO, basically what I'm trying to get at is I was finding it hard not only to find the time to write long pieces but also to distribute complex thoughts at such a rapid pace and so I've decided to embrace the spontaneity in my writing through shorter, more constant thoughts... as well as pictures and anything else I gather along the way.]

Personal

Today I was thinking deeply around the subject of WEIGHT. I couldn't stop thinking about how much of an impact it has on our society, our views of what perfect are and how we want ourselves to be. I remember my first encounters with food, I was only a little one when I had my first sun dried tomatoe- my mom and dad didn't believe in baby food so they decided to feed me like a mini adult and considering my dad was a French chef... that meant Mini Gourmet too. I used to sneak into the kitchen late at night in my little puppy slippers and grab a piece of bread and some brie cheese from the fridge. I loved food from the start... and thats the truth.

To be honest for the first 10 years of my life it didn't matter to me at all- I was so happy being fat, I ate what I wanted and was happy. But as soon as miraculously I lost all my puppy fat, I started caring and comparing- caring about what I looked like and what size my jeans were and comparing myself to girls all over; on the tv, on the cover of the magazines, to my friends, to girls I saw in the street. And with this came sadness when I wasn't like my comparisons and a feeling of unworthiness when I gained a few kilos. How terrible is that? have you thought about that?! that we are labeled, judged and in desire of our bodies size. But you know what- thats not going to change, its how our society has ended up being. I care, you care, MOST care. I hope it'll change one day because there are people non like the people that are naturally skinny who can't lose weight quickly, don't want to lose weight at all or who have difficulties within their bodies that designable them from doing so. But, I don't think it will. 

7 Billion Possible Soul-Mates

Hi! 

This is the first time I've written in months. 

But I'm going to re-grab you with a simple, few-lined story...

The other night I was out for friends for dinner at the Bombay Bicycle Club (if you haven't tried it, go!) and as I was looming outside waiting for my friend to pick me up as I was leaving I overheard (something I've realised I'm very good at) a conversation being had at an outside table nearby. 

"You're wrong... you can't just state at the age of 22 that the world is fucked up"

"Sure I can, I've lived 22 whole years in it- I think thats enough time to realise the status of things" (she laughed) 

I mean... how could something like that NOT draw you? so I, Zoe, being the nosy shit that I am took a few steps closer to the table, smiled and gave my opinion (whilst apologising to be a nosy shit). This ended up being a 15 minute laughing session/heated debate-

with total strangers? I left that night (whilst driving home in a taxi as my lift had left) feeling (as cliché

 as this may sound) absolutely enriched and wished we could have continued talking for another few hours. 

Anyways, what this amongst many of my pointless mini-stories made me think of is how many billions of people there are in this world that I haven't met and how frustrated that makes me. We each have our own individual opinions, aesthetic exteriors and emotional and academic knowledge and usually only get the chance to share them an immensely limited amount of people. 

Personally I've decided to pretend its not weird for me in the future to go up to random people speaking about topics that interest me. I think that way I'll feel like I'm defying the terrible fact that our friend/romantic soul mates are all around us, and far and we aren't interacting.

READ THIS

Its daily pictures and their captions are so wonderful (sometimes humorous or sweet, sometimes heart-wrenching and sometimes just interesting as hell). 

https://www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork

I'll be writing again soon. 

x Zo