My mother taught me that there is wisdom in silence. When you're able to count to ten or sometimes a hundred, until it goes away or the anger subsides and the vengeful feeling somehow leaves you.
The more civilized a country is, the more they have to compartmentalize you, perhaps to try and better understand you. But still; does anybody honestly and profoundly understand us? Does anybody actually care for our emotions, vision, everything we truly are, ...
I keep asking myself, whether we're aware of our own power or the courage buried deep inside of us, and the inclination to sacrifice, which keeps weighting us down our entire lives. I don't think we are.
My darling ladies, do you trust your journey? It can be hard...Because we never understand it completely and we keep wondering, why. And yet, sometimes the things we think we don't want the most are really the only ones we need.
I can't remember signing a contract saying that I have to be the same person I was last year or three months ago, it doesn't actually say anywhere that I can't be totally different than I was three minutes ago. That's also a change, an evolution, and growth.
I can honestly say that I don't believe we're shooting for the stars, not at all, we just want a little more attention, hugs, kind words and "being there", as well as some more masculinity in the sense of the good old, sincere gentlemen’s presence.
They say that snowflakes have souls. Each has its own thoughts and a free will, each is different from others, even if they seem the same at first glance. People are like snowflakes.
My world is safe. So safe I have an extra set of keyes just in case, and more locks, because you never know. Even though there are several doors, I think you can only enter through the front. It's up to you, if you find it or not, because I usually don't give ...