• Coming back to myself.

    I forgot who I am. I forgot about the existence of my real self. I was swallowed into a sea of external existence, giving myself into what other walking creatures demanded. I tried to comply, to fit into a hole that wasn’t shaped for me, so I obviously broke. I lost some pieces in the process, the most important ones, but somehow I didn’t even notice. How?

    I was distracted by the soft silk in their voices and all the shiny sparks on their skin. I was taken from my own space, but I am to blame, and no one else. I think I wanted another self, not realizing how necessary my true being was. And I was on the right track, until I got lost into the forest of a foreign heartbeat.

    I forgot about my strenght, I forgot about the light I carry within me. I forgot my own words, my own points of view, all of my lessons. I put it all On hold, pretending it was part of the process… And somehow it was.

    We think we understand some things, until we realise… We didn’t understand shit. I thought I had been lost before, and therefore I could relate to the “I finally found myself” feeling. But no, I didn’t know what this “self” actually was, so I didn’t know what I was supposed to find. I wasn’t sure at all. I was just wandering around, not knowing where I came from, or where to go next, hence the feeling lost.

    I was never really lost, so I never actually found myself. I was becoming myself. But like a fish in the water, I didn’t even realise what I was swiming in.

    I think, now I understand it better. I think, I did lose myself this time. I had me, and then I didn’t have me anymore, I don’t really know who took over. But I would like to change my point of view on this right now.

    Maybe I wasn’t actually lost from my path, I just took a detour. I took the longest road.

    But now I need to come back home. And coming back home doesn’t mean turning around. It means finding the path again, so I can step on firm ground. This time knowing better what all of this inside of me means. What is the purpose of it. How to use it, and how to keep it, how to take care of it and nourish it.

    Yes. I need to come back home. I need to come back to myself.


    Picture from pixabay


  • The river will flow.

    I am a river. You will never encounter me twice. You will never see this again. I am never the same when I look at the mirror, probably because I don’t do it often. I am never the same when I look deep inside my head, I am always discovering new corners, new rooms… New scars. It’s hard to notice because I am with myself all the time (how annoying), but change happens way to often. It’s too quick for me to follow.

    I am a current, and I have no choice. Everything spins so fast, and I can’t stop.

    I flow up and down, sometimes against the wind, sometimes against gravity. Sometimes against my own will.

    Some days I go dry, like thirsty empty veins, waiting for another heartbeat.

    Some days I don’t know myself. I can’t recognize this person. This mind, this body. I don’t understand the words that I speak, or the words that I hear. And I stay quiet, like stagnant waters… If I don’t move, I am sure it will pass… It will pass. My streams will flow again.

    It will pass.

    Some days I am light. I can see clearly, my eyes wide open, colors sharp, I can see all edges and shapes of a somehow easy reality… But some days I am dark. I see nothing but cliffs and empty spaces, too many painful questions and no solutions. I am attracted to sharp objects, and my skin longs and screams for things that I don’t want to understand.

    It will pass.

    Sometimes I go mad.

    Sometimes I realize.

    It scares me to think that sometimes I don’t.

    Sometimes I can’t do anything about it. I just stop and stare. Until it passes.

    I(t) will pass.

    It took me years to understand that it would probably always be like this. The river will always flow until it goes dry. But it will be a river again, soon enough. (And it will dry once more.)

    River from pixabay

  • Love tainted with humanity.

    If you are awake enough, you know how it should be. But just because you know it doesn’t mean it’s easy.

    No one teaches us anything about love. No one teaches us how to love ourselves, for starters. No one teaches us anything about human relationships. We think it’s implicit, because it just happens. But we know nothing. We make mistakes after mistakes, doing the best we can with what we have, and with what we think we know. But how many of us take the time to learn anything about loving right?

    We don’t want this. We don’t want pain, we don’t want to suffer, we don’t want to hurt. And yet…

    When I was a kid, I didn’t believe in God, but I believed in some kind of heaven. My cute explanation for this was very simple: My love couldn’t just die and disappear. It was so big for me, so intense, I couldn’t even imagine how it could vanish when my body perished, because it had nothing to do with my body. It was a separate entity that took over everything I was. It had nothing to do with me, I could just stand there and feel it. The same way I could feel the heat of the sun on my skin, or the wind blowing over my face, love just flowed into my heart. So love would remain, even if I didn’t.

    This thought shaped me into who I am today. But back then, even if I didn’t love right, my love was purer, cleaner, innocent. As I grew up I felt like the world started to pollute it. I promised myself I wouldn’t let the world destroy this part of me, but as time passed, this task became more and more difficult. I could feel it happen very slowly. I looked around and everyone was so shattered and broken, to a point where they wouldn’t believe in love anymore.

    14 y/o me left messages for future me all around. I would write little notes and hide them where I knew I would find them later. They all said “Believe in love, it exists.” Young me was way wiser than present me. She’s still teaching me lessons no one else can, and reminding me things I forgot, thing I lost in the fire of growing up and getting hurt.

    Now, my love is tainted of humanity. It comes with many things that should not be there. Things I collected from the world without noticing, without ever wanting to. It comes with jealousy, fear, selfishness, pain, attachment, and more things that shouldn’t belong here, things that I don’t want and I don’t need. Everyday I try to clean the mess, but it’s not easy.

    Now that I know better, I know how it should be. Free.

    Instead, it’s got spots all over. Up until a point where I didn’t think it was love anymore, but a very human thing in it’s place, something that would die with me. It took me some time to understand that just because something isn’t perfect, it’s less real.

    Love is still there. Hiding underneath the mess. Scared. But untouched. It’s not less love just because of my humanity, and this weird program embedded into our brain that many confuse with actual love.

    Our job is to undress it from all the layers of dirt it has from society, we have to polish it and nurture it. We have to study ourselves and learn what is part of it and what isn’t.

    But please, don’t forget it’s still there. Don’t let the world and it’s ways tell you otherwise. Don’t let pain confuse you. Don’t let society fool you and tell you how love should look like. Learn yourself, study, don’t forget no one has ever taught you anything about it, and you just know what you’ve seen.

    I still believe the whole purpose of our existence is to learn how to love again. I’m not talking only about romantic love. Love is everywhere. The whole universe is put together thanks to it. There’s no greater love than the one of atoms that hold each other to create matter. Even the spaces that look empty, they’re still there holding on to dear existence, drawing everything together even when it looks far away.

    Love travels faster than light, because it’s just always there. And it will be there even after you are gone, after everything is gone, love will be the only thing that remains.

    Heart from pixabay

  • Human fragility: We are always dying.

    Have you ever been perfectly healthy and stopped for a minute to appreciate that moment? And maybe thank the universe or whatever for such an amazing feeling. You maybe aren’t feeling something specially great, but also you are not feeling anything wrong. Like appreciating those escarce moments when you can breathe from both nostrils, when normally, you suffer from allergies.

    When I get sick I think a lot about how I should be a lot more thankful when I’m perfectly healthy. So, recently I got a stupid flu, and it wasn’t even the worst flu ever, but I felt like I was a super fragile being. I get a regular flu and for two days I feel like dying. I can’t breathe right, I can’t sleep right, or eat, or talk… and all I can think of is how uncomfortable everything turns out to be just because I’m a little bit sick.

    When I was little I used to get a lot of paper cuts on my fingers. And because I was weird, and it felt weird for me, eventually I started to get paper cuts on purpose. It was amazing for me how a little, tiny cut disturbed my whole existence. This whole body is feeling right, but get one paper cut and immediately all you can feel is that piece of skin. Getting burned is also incredibly uncomfortable.

    The truth is we human beings are so very fragile. You can fall over and break a bone easily. You can sneeze so hard you can break a rib. You make a weird turn with your body and suddenly your knee is out of place (it happened to me). And yet, we look over and over for situations that put our lives in risk ON PURPOSE.

    What is it? Why do we love danger? Even if we are scared (raise your hand if you love scary movies). Why do we enjoy that rush of adrenaline and the possibility of, you know, dying? Why do we need to feel… so much…? Why do we need extreme experiences to make us feel alive? That’s just the way our body works.

    Such situations trigger a bunch of hormones into our brain, making us feel super-human, all of our senses work better and some other body functions slow down. Put all together and you get a rush of alertness and awareness that some people get addicted to. Pain from wounds (like paper cuts) also release endorphins, in an attempt to relieve the pain, but endorphins also boost pleasure.

    So yeah, that’s how the body works. But I’m not a scientist, I’m a weird hippy. So why?

    Are we so dead on regular basis, in our regular life that we need to search for something to make us feel alive? As we grow up less and less things make us feel excited( including food) so we start searching for different things to experience, and we go try exotic foods, weird sex positions and situations, different experiences, because we run away from monotony, and our senses start to work less and less. We start to die. We are always dying.

    But we are always dying because we almost never stop for a second to appreciate all the life in us. We should do it as many times in a day as possible. Thank your eyes, because you can (probably, how are you reading this?) see. Thank your skin, it’s the largest organ in your body, and it’s super sensitive, it gives you the sense of touch, it lets you enjoy the caress of the wind or from someone you love. Thank your ears, because music. Thank your tongue, because freaking chocolate. Your nose, because it’s awesome to smell people you like……….what?

    Start by thanking for the air you breathe. Have you notices the pleasure of inhaling and exhaling? It’s always there, but have you noticed? You don’t even have to put effort in it.

    Thank all your body, in sickness and in health, because against all odds, against your own will maybe, it’s trying to keep you alive. It works so hard, even when you are asleep, it literally fights for your life so you can eat those fries that actually kill it. But they make you happy, and your body is so humble that it says: “there, there, I’ll work the best I can with what all you are giving me, just for a chance to get one more day, one more shot at this, one more opportunity so you can discover what your existence means, so you can laugh, cry, and if you are lucky enough, so you can love.”

    Be kind to your body. Be kind to yourself in your mind too.

    Daily reminder: you are alive, but don’t forget you need to actually live.

    All images from pixabay

  • Freedom from, freedom to. (But real freedom probably doesn’t exist.)

    What is freedom?

    Freedom, generally, is having an ability to act or change without constraint. A thing is “free” if it can change its state easily and is not constrained in its present state. In philosophy and religion, it is associated with having free will and being without undue or unjust constraints, or enslavement, and is an idea closely related to the concept of liberty. Wikipedia.



    I think human beings love concepts. And we have invented a lot of words for things that don’t exist. I personally love the word freedom. It’s a beautiful idea, a beautiful goal, a beautiful thing to think about. And it’s beautiful to think you have it, and even live by that thought. As if you could possess such thing.

    All of us think we should be able to do anything we want, whenever we want, with little to no repercutions to it. If we are not able to, then apparently, we are not free. The funny part is we think we know what we want and what we need. Yeah right, because we are oh so wise!

    I came upon two concepts of freedom that called my attention:

    Imagine you’ve been a prisoner for 50 years, enchained to the floor all this time. You obviously don’t want this situation, do you? Eventually you are freed from your chains. What do you do now? You haven’t been in the outside world for 50 years. You don’t even know where to start. But you are free to go and figure it all out.

    Negative liberty Vs. Positive liberty.

    Negative liberty is freedom from interference by other people. Negative liberty is primarily concerned with freedom from external restraint. Wikipedia.


    Freedom from. This is where it begins. In real life we have tons of restrictions. Probably more than you think. Because basically since we are born society puts invisible chains on us. You have to dress, for starters. Let’s not even talk about how you have to dress a certain way, let’s leave it at: you have to wear clothes. (Unless you are born in a nudist society, if so, great for you.) Have you ever seen a kid having a tantrum because they don’t want to get dressed? Sometimes they even are allowed to run around naked, man, what a beautiful life, parenting done right.

    Truth is because we live in society we obviously have to have rules and norms in order to prevent chaos. No, you can’t kill your neighboor for being an ass. No, you can’t go on if the light is red. No, you can’t steal that even if you need it. This is only the legal part. There are things you can do but you probably avoid because YOU KNOW. So no, you can’t scream in a church (is it illegal?).

    Then you have to act a certain way, this is the really bad part. You can’t wear a skirt if you are a boy. You can’t have a tattoo on your face if you want to be a highschool teacher. Girls don’t swear.

    All this lack of freedom to do, to be. It’s all imposed so hard on you by the outside world that you start to impose it on yourself and generations to come. You don’t even realise, that’s just the way it is. Some are necessary, but some are ridiculous. In the end, who decides which is which?

    Positive liberty is the possession of the capacity to act upon one’s free will. Wikipedia.


    If you are free from, you are free to. I think this is the hardest part. If you were free to kill anybody, would you? With great power comes great responsibility. If you had total freedom, it wouldn’t mean you’d know what to do with it. It wouldn’t mean you’d choose right.

    You see, freedom from has no real meaning if you don’t know what to do with it. First you have to discover who you truly are. Who are you without all those restraints? Nothing is really stopping you from wearing that skirt, boy. So why don’t you? Chances are you don’t even want to wear it, because it’s not meant for you. But skirts are super comfortable, I swear. Don’t let your masculinity be that fragile, don’t make wearing a freaking skirt make you feel insecure.

    Talking about politics and countries for example. What does a country do after it’s free from their government? What comes next? It has to build something new. But what? How?

    Important note: You’re freedom ends where mine begins.

    Hurting someone because you can, doesn’t mean you  are free. It means you’re a dick. And you are a prisoner of your dick-like thoughts. Sorry.

    Real freedom.


    My vision of freedom is to be yourself. – Osho

    So in the end, is freedom a real thing? If you want to be 100% free, you should get into a forest and live forever alone. There is no way to have a society free of norm and rules. Those will always exist. And then, you have a human body. You have limits, I’m sorry. You can’t fly (or can you?). What you can hope is to have enough courage to be yourself.

    But note that being yourself means a lot of things, it doesn’t mean doing whatever you want. Chances are “whatever you want” are just thoughts programmed in your brain by external sources too. You have to reprogram everything you think you are. This is one hard task.

    We indentify ourselves with too many things that have nothing to do with us, and we end up believing we wouldn’t be nothing without them. Who would you be without your past? So many things have shaped you in what you are today. Some of those you don’t like. But you can’t help it. Except you can.


    This is not about change, it’s about becoming. Becoming what you already are. It’s like peeling an onion. Your true self is hidden in the center. Around you there are tons of masks. Fears, customs, traditions, insecurities.

    You’ve had many voices inside of you up until now. The voice of society, the voice of your mom, of your dad, of your friends. All telling you what’s right and what’s not. What’s cool and what’s not. Where’s your own voice? Go figure it out. And don’t be afraid of what you may find. Or do, but don’t let fear stop you.

    HONESTY. Remember? Haven’t you heard?

    Truth will set you free.



  • Words Vs. Actions: Dare to embrace your darkness.


    They say you should always trust actions instead of words. But I don’t think this applies 100% of the time.

    Have you ever done something you regretted later? Have you ever taked bad decisions? Have you ever done things to hide what you really think? Or feel?


    “Don’t trust their words, trust their actions, because they will show you why words are meaningless.”

    Yeah right, because actions can’t be meaningless too.

    Some people have a really bad idea of themselves, and they portray themselves as something entirely different from what they really are. This goes both ways. There’s people who preach about being super cool, when they are not. Some people say they are the worst, and they are not.

    And then there’s people who seem super cool, but they warn you, first thing, they are not. It can take you a long time to figure out what they’re talking about. Until you finally realise you should have trusted their words first.

    But we are not black or white, we are human beings, which means we have tons of shades.

    Some people can’t see themselves clearly. Most of us can’t. We have many blind spots where we lose ourselves. The best thing we can do is try to be honest with ourselves first, so we can be honest with the world later. Easier said than done.

    I am one of those who warns the people around me. The closest to me get it worse, because I try to let them see my worst sides, so if they stay, it’s because they really like me. Honesty can be brutal. It can break someone in so many ways, into so many little pieces. But it’s the best we can do.

    It can break you. Being brutally honest with yourself is one of the hardest tasks you can manage. Not only is it difficult, but it’s heartbreaking, not to mention scary. It’s exhausting. But it’s something we must all do, if we are trying to learn anything about our existence.

    We have to try and look into all the dark rooms in our minds and hearts, look at the darkness straight into the eyes and say: I see you. Only then can you own it, before it owns you. Only then can you avoid breaking yourself and others through lies, it doesn’t matter if it’s words or actions.

    The more honest you are with yourself, the more honest you can be with the world, and the closest will your words be to your actions.

    Actions lie too.

    If you don’t even know yourself, if you don’t know who you are, how do you expect your actions will define you? If you are scared of who you are, of how you think and feel, how will you act according to your words?

    And as I said, this goes both ways. Chances are you will meet someone who has made awful decisions in their life, but they turn out to be amazing human beings. These are the ones that learn from their experiences. Keep them around. You might learn a lot too

    Sometimes words do tell you the truth first.

    If you meet someone who wears warnings all over, trust their words. Also these people tend to be some kind of wonderful, just because they have managed the honesty part. But then again this doesn’t mean they are entirely as bad as they think they are.

    You have see a person as a whole. Not just their actions and not just their words. Everything they do and say, is telling you something about themselves. The contradiction tells you something, and the lack of it tells you something too.

    We love honesty, but no one is that good at it. So before you ask the world to be honest with you, look yourself in a mirror and be honest with yourself first.

    Have the courage to accept who you are, with all your flaws, your weird psycho thoughts, your stupidly intense emotions. Be brave enough to explore yourself so it can’t surprise you, don’t let the darkness use you just because you don’t know it’s there. Trust in your light. And trust the light of others.

    We all have some darkness.

    And that is beautiful too.