Perfectly Imperfect

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

Category: Romance

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.

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…

Bloody Birthday in Denmark

Shaking Things Up My life would be incomplete if I start to fit into the “normal” or “usual” range. Let’s say, I have a built-in shaker that randomly shakes my life up, sometimes in a underrated big stir. I had a plan to thoroughly soak up my birthday that is marinating in the autumny atmosphere of yellow, orange and some red. Shortly after…

Time and Food

I am working on a new design – see the sketch – and one thing led to another (as always!), I see a relationship between time and food, more accurately, the duration of our life span and concept of food. Abundance vs. Scarcity When we were young, we made (probably still making) the same mistake in assuming that we still…

Picking up the broken pieces

Often times, we thought of broken heart as one of the most inconsolable pains in human experiences. I won’t refute that. I realised that it is not the moment when your heart was broken that is most painful; it is the picking up the pieces that hurts most.

Pain has a way to distort our rational thoughts. Shall I say, cognitive dissonance? What we know is that the relationship was once good. We felt happy. The same thoughts that once put a smile to our face, now flow the stream of tears down our cheeks. We are suddenly convinced that those are bad thoughts, and we adjust our behaviours to align with the new feelings.

Sometimes, we confuse missing someone with hating someone. It is okay to miss someone that we may never have in our life anymore. Let the truth be truth because it is sad to have to lie to ourselves.

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