But there are some people who paint their skin with courage and desires. Who walk with legs like swords cutting through the human limitations of time and distance. They are the Digital Nomads!
We will stand our ground by breathing in pain, trauma, and hate, and releasing love and courage with every exhale.
I see people around me every four years thinking that their lives will finally change once their favorite superhero gets elected. And then two years later they admit how disappointed they are.
I did not belong to you. I was never yours to have.
Why should I keep running after something or the other all the time, why should I regret whatever was, and why should I live in hopes of a beautiful tomorrow?
Be skeptical of everything. Of every rule. Of every way to be ‘better.’ The thief doesn’t worry about life hacks. He is living life.
My doctor had recently diagnosed me with “homicidal rage”, a new chapter in the ever-fun journey that is living with PTSD, and told me I had to find an outlet for my anger before it consumed me.
I want the world to have more room for people like me. The ones who don’t always get it right but they never give up. The ones who don’t always say the right thing but they say the real thing.
Sometimes you can’t fix a problem. I’ve spent maybe at least 10% of my life trying to fix problems that have no solution. A problem should be an arrow, not a stop sign.
See, the real freedom is in trusting, is in throwing our caution to the wind, is in embracing what we cannot plan or know or even understand, is in allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.