I am, I am, I am

somewhere in the world

“Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back, and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steal all the flowers. Come back..Just come back..”

And sometimes you just feel tired from everything, the musts, the chaos, the fights, the delayed plans, the daily routines, the repeated mistakes, the lost chances, the wasted time and efforts, the expired feelings and the illogical remaining ones, the unanswered questions, the ones you are terrified to tell yourself you know their answers, the hateful weaknesses, the moments you lost yourself, so all You need is brutal silence, a break from everything, a point where you can collapse than gather your shreded pieces, to try again, new paths, new wishes, or maybe old abandoned hopes, all you need as much as it may seem the easiest thing, it's one of the hardest experiences any human can face, the will to start all over again.

“You’re going to realize it one day — that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others. One day, you’re going to see it — that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. One day, you will understand. That happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was always about you.”