Looking at life from a place of abundance. We are enough, we don't need much to actually be at peace.
How it feels to fall crazy in love.
It's about hopelessness and hope. Past and future Anxiety and freedom.
Romanian text about seasons, uncertainty, impermanence, and autumn.
It’s chaos in the world. Our hearts are heavy, distressed and scared. It’s a war, a pandemic that is not yet over, and little hope in tomorrow. People fleeing as a family, alone, fatherless, motherless, childless. Shattered minds, panicked souls, homeless, country-less, hurt. It’s chaos in some parts of the world. In others, people still … Continue reading It’s chaos…
Do we blow things out of proportion? Is our life just filled with dissatisfaction and negative emotions? Maybe there's an easier way to happiness. Find out!
The positive vibes you experience when savouring life's little joys.
Why do we have to stretch ourselves to uncomfortable situations or states? To be honest, we don’t. We don’t have to push harder, to outgrow ourselves or others. We don’t have to wish for better things or to fight for a better tomorrow. It’s totally fine to not want things, to not wish to improve … Continue reading Why do we have to
This morning, I woke up lost. I woke dissatisfied that I got to open my eyes, Again, To face daylight, To face, What others, And even I, Expect of myself. This morning, I woke saddened, Fed up With nurturing such Dark feelings, Yet, I couldn’t Shake them off. Today, I fight with Hope, I force … Continue reading This morning
When you get dissolved into your own thoughts, hoping it won’t consume you.
Broken glass in your hand, but you squeeze it harder. You watch the blood pouring over your hand, arm, until it touches the ground. You want to feel something, but you can’t. Some like to imagine…but any thrill will do, just to make you feel something.
You wait for the first cringe of morning to get away from the darkness, but what will you do when the darkness in your heart doesn’t fade away? You are always looking for the high, for losing your senses with anything and anyone as long as you run from yourself. You wonder if there is a right way for all of this but you soon realise that good or right are just a distraction to escape the burden of life.
You look at him as he is lying on the floor, gone, he has no reaction to your blood and you start to pray…
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