Perfectly Imperfect

The goal is not to be perfect; the goal is to be accepted for the imperfections.

Humming a Sad Tune in the Dark

She now silently hopes, “choose me, please choose me.” Feeling like an unwanted pair of worn, torn shoes, she is never the chosen one. This is what betrayal does to a person. It leaves a person broken beyond repair. The crave to be wanted grows to become an irrational fear. She hums a sad tune in the dark, the melancholic melody echoes in the night; and forgotten at first light of the day. Life goes on, and on one knows who hummed the sad, long tune.

A Brief but Impactful Encounter

I met someone recently. He is kind, romantic, gentle, sensitive, caring and probably loving. We cross each other’s path not to fall in love with each other, but to give each other the most essential and helpful tools to repair ourselves. This is perhaps another kind of love.

Before All the Heartbreaks

Be patient, the younger me. Hold on to your heart. Allow time for the men to demonstrate their capability and honour their words. Give them time to show who they say they are before giving them your heart. Wait instead, for the boys to become men, and men to become dependable and reliable people.

There is No Promised Future

We live in a delusion of a promised future, there is no promised future to cash in because future never promises. It is just a mirage that we fabricate to allow us to stretch the present moment. It is an imagined safety net to shield the genuine existential fear. We tend to take the present for granted and assume that tomorrow will always come. Learn to be a child again; to be excited and curious.

Planning the Unplannable

There is (at least) a missing post ( between my arrival in Odense, Denmark and now which is 12 days shy of 3 months. I may at some point slot that in, or just let that disappear into obscurity until there is something worth mentioning. Since I have embarked on this journey to become a learning-traveler*, one of the most common…

Vulnerability and Risk

Living abroad independently with (at least) a disorder (or condition, honestly I don’t mind however you call it, it’s just a descriptive word without having to host any negative meaning) turns our vulnerability into risk. Not Recognising You Need Help One of the risks is not recognising that you need help, especially in times of emergency. Something that any person is vulnerable to…

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