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Matching Differences 

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It seems while we’re trying to be grounded and looking for the best of what we can have, we get a bit picky, specially in our  relationships. We always seem to be looking for the other half that is shaped like some sort of a reflection of ourselves. having  the same interests, like the same food, common movies or places to go. as if we found a soul-twin. It sounds comforting and kinda predictable to know what would it be like spending a lifetime together.
But guess what?. Not for me!!

Why in the world would I be with someone that’s a carbon copy of myself. Same things we like, same stuff we share,  whatever similarities is there; it sounds really boring for me. I fill my own time with my own self and I don’t get myself bored, I’m a loner and I enjoy it, but when in a relationship I’d like to see more, explore more and share more than the same interests.

Maybe because I’m a type of person that is looking for growth not stability? Or maybe I’m afraid of relationship boredom by time? Or because I pay attention for the signs that is “if we’re not adding for each other, it means we’re not fitting together”?

Well, whatever the reason may be, I like to enjoy differences. Open minds that not trying to prove which point of view is right, not afraid of change or exploring each other’s worlds or minds. Using their own differences to complete one another. Agreed on  respect and never hurt each other. But of course mature enough to fit my maturity,  at least decent educational background.   While making our pieces fit together as if it’s a huge puzzle we collect.

Sounds risky??

Who cares.. We only live once!!

⚠️ Fundamental love must apply.
Love &  Light

❌💋

 

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Never stop dreaming

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Just dream and everything will fall into place 🎠🌈

 

Diary of a lost girl

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diary of a lost girl

Been talking to myself as usual and today I asked myself a question that I couldn’t answer . . .

What Do I Want ?

It seems easy and simple . . But in fact , I couldn’t answer it. It got me paralyzed , so lost in words and scared.

Honestly, those passed few years I was like having a self ignorance, It had me forget everything I am. I didn’t keep up with myself to figure out who I am. Just like a drunk just woke-up, has no clue what happened. I feel the same. as if I just opened up my eyes and started to look around. Trying to understand what’s going on, where I’ve been and where the heck I am . .
Everything seems so foggy and I can’t think or understand how did I get here. I don’t know what happened to me. where did I lost myself on the way. did I approve that or I got dragged into. 

I don’t remember my reasons, am I the same?! or another person I claim to be.  No one ever read me inside, and I was the only one that met me from inside. I’m trying hardly to pick up the peaces .. Thinking, Thinking, Who Am I ?!.. Still dizzy, wish flashing memories.

I think that the only way to know is to start over to get to know myself.  The only thing that I’m sure of is that there’s something missing, So I’ll be looking, Looking for something that I don’t know.  Worried if I didn’t figure it out soon, I could get back to this self-ignorance state once again. and I’ll have to live with my own self as stranger.

But this time I’m not sure if I’ll be able to wake up again!!