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Uncertainty of freedom (2)
Tick Tock Tick Tock Time’s still ticking. You decide to take up on a language course. You catch up so fast and is among the best in class. Along the way someone sells you the idea of going abroad. To Germany of course since you are studying German. You have mastered the language enough to borrow water but you never ever thought Germany was the place for you. USA was always your dream destination. You have family that always psyched you up to finish school and they would get you to the States. Done with school and none of them remembers how they gassed you up. They don’t even have…
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Live for you! Don’t forget yourself in the name of sacrifices. 😘
For the longest time in my life I lived for other people. I lived to see others happy to the expense of my own happiness. I lived to make others proud of me and wallow in their validation. I did things for others. There wasn’t a journey I started for me. It was always for someone, family or friends. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a culture where everyone points out the responsibility you have over the others, and you are rarely told to do one or two things for you. Yourself. Society hands you the cross and you drag it along for so long you keep tripping and…
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Your story is yours.
Everyone has a story and some people not only find it therapeutic telling their stories but also love seeing change happening through the stories they tell. I mean, aren’t some stories better off told? Mostly for our own good and at times for the good of others around us. I had a discussion with a friend a while back that made me realize how afraid or scared some people (me included) are to share certain stories out there even when we aren’t supposed to feel that way. Of course we all have different reasons why we choose not to share what we don’t. And we all have that right! I…
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Help and Walk Away.
I thought to start off with a few simple questions. How do you feel when you help someone? Do you love to hear a thank you? Do you forget and walk away after you helped someone? Do you dwell there and expect them to pay you back? You might have someone who came through for you at one point when you hit rock bottom. Might be a relative. (Usually is). You might find these characters will sometimes or always try to make you feel small years later. It can be they helped you directly or through someone. Some of these characters will make you feel like they want you to…
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Dear one…
(2012 in German Institute of Professional Studies. Unaware of what was awaiting me) Nothing in life comes easy. If you think there is then summon yourself to a meeting and ask yourself a few questions. That easy something you achieve might probably not last long. You’ve heard of easy come easy go. I believe if you want something, you till and toil till you lay your hands on it. There is an unutterable indescribable satisfaction in harvesting and enjoying the fruits of your labor. A feeling you get, and the peace that comes with it that no one can take from you. I see people complaining about the situation they…
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How I met Josef and what he lost.
Each of us can count or recall at least one or two if not many encounters we had with someone who left us totally blown away, touched or fulfilled. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know the persons before and you probably have never met them again. We truly are taught by every person we meet. I’m convinced that there is that person you will meet and they will leave a mark on you. It could manifest itself on you in the simplest way or in a million little powerful ways. I’m totally exhausted after a 11 hour shift at work and in less than 2 hours I have to…
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You will heal, you will conquer!
There was a time a few months back I just felt extremely unhappy with myself. I just could not pin point where these bizarre feelings came from. I felt like I didn’t connect really well with myself. Or with a certain part of my body. Well, some look at me and see a happy jovial cheerful completed and living it kind of person. I might be all that at times but there are little loopholes too. I’m not always okay. I have embraced that fact. It is okay sometimes not to be okay. If you are an immigrant or foreigner in a certain country and you get a hairdresser who…
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SOBER TO MAKE BABIES?
Long gone should be the days we get children to fulfill other people’s expectations. Long gone should be the days we get children as old age security. Long gone should be the days we get children to trap each other into hopeless relationships. Long gone should be the days we get children to acquire and live on child care. Long gone should be the days we get children because we are a certain age and feel obliged to make a family and also can’t stand societal judgmental gestures, phrases and comments. So on and so forth. Y’all must be familiar with some of these pressures. Parenthood is not meant for…
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As A Child…
Every now and then I reflect on how my life was as I was growing up. I think knowing what I know now and going through some phases in life, there are things If I could I would go back and undo. Also, there are moments I would go back to relive. It is often said that it is never too late to rewrite history. I think my history will always remain as it was and what I can do is live this minute better than the last. Write it differently for the generation after me. The other day I had an intensive conversation with a friend who grew up…
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Yearning for love.
One thing I realized after moving to Europe and more specifically to Vienna, is that what really motivated each one of us to leave our home country was not only the individual drive to search for greener pastures for our future but also the great love we have for our families. In the sense that we would do pretty much anything to uplift the livelihood of those we love. Most of us get to their chosen country and experience a lot of exciting things. Everyone we know is very curious about us and they send us un-endless messages. Some call every now and then just to check on us. But…
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