Who am I? I'm trying to get to know myself, and others, through words.
I haven't posted anything in a long time, but now there's a very important matter that I want to write about, and I apologize beforehand if this sounds like an unproductive rant unfit for this means...
In the past I always struggled trying to reach out people, but lately I've realized that the reason behind this is that I always had myself in mind when I wanted to meet someone, thinking about what...
How hard it is to feel uprooted when you thought you had found your place.
"... a person needs new experiences. They jar something deep inside, allowing him to grow. Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens.
It's strange how after all the pain I still remember you, but all the melancholy surrounding your memory has given way to something else, I can't say what is it.
"Live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time." Viktor E. Frankl.
No matter how hard I try, it seems I can't see beauty in the world; each time I go out I see sadness surrounding me. Is it possible I reflect my own soul in the very things I despise.
Today I thought I had found you, you were browsing through some old books in a street stall, and after a lot of thinking I just took a chance and started talking... unfortunately it wasn't you.
So strange and so sad how we mean to connect with others, yet fear separates us from the very thing that would give meaning to our whole existence..
It's strange how things change, how time cures old wounds, and how we can keep living our lives in spite of pain, loneliness, heartbreak, abandonment, and shattered hopes.
Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way. Viktor E. Frankl.