There's many asking whether to cut off friendships, break up or limit communication. Why do we rely so much on external validation to follow our heart?
What if under our idea of self there is a hard line, an abyss we ignore? Once we have encountered trauma, this line is often hard to bypass.
Does mainstream optimism exclude realities we avoid facing? Do we have enough confidence in ourselves to admit all truths?
We have all suffered heartbreak, and we all carry around scars. How come it takes so long to heal, and what does it say about our spiritual wellness?
The lines between empathy and codependency are blurred for many of us. Are you feeling more than you have to, and can you assert yourself?
I am far from a self-hate book hater. There is however a pitfall we fall into when we content ourselves to reading them that I'd like to explore.
Hobbies should be something that allow you to lose yourself in the activity, something that brings you pure joy and has no other other purpose entirely.
Knowing nothing butthat leaving is a return home Feeling nothing butthat healing is a dance that shows both light and darkness, up and downthink you're winning only to frown Understanding nothing butthat this road knots into me alone Seeing nothing butthat thoughts cannot move me if blown way out of scale, watching their shadowsI long... Continue Reading →
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Our lives were one from the start And will stay one with all mother’s lives Whatever we do, its too late Too late, she says I see you in every woman And behind every man Where am I? Am I in your belly? Under your foot? On your back? All I know is I’m there... Continue Reading →