They were never a match to the relationship you tried to create.

Thank those who have left; thank them for being a catalyst that came along to gift you with the ability to sharpen who you really are. Those that leave your life were a catalyst in the creation of who you are and what you want (and don’t want), and who you ever evolve to be.

There is somehting so much bigger in the future than anything you ever left behind.

Let it go.

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If I could have it my way

If I could have it my way…

Waking up would be like this

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If I could have it my way…

Mornings would look like this

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If I could have it my way…

I would dress like this everyday

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If I could have it my way…

My days would consist of baking, drinking wine, tea and coffee, visiting art galleries and markets & reading

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If I could have it my way…

My nights would consist of dancing, dining and dates

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If I could have it my way…

Things would never be the same again.

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Because, you’re worth it.

I have this friend, a beautiful soul. But as us all, she has a few things she protects inside. Across all spectrum’s of live; the rocky journey she has traveled on to be where she is at now, the insecurities she wrestles in acquitting her ambitions with… you know, the normal things us 20 somethings battle with. She tells me: “That goes for you too ey, I don’t want you sitting there thinking that you’re not worth loving.” – This as a result of advice I was giving her on ‘why this man is no good for you.’  Needles to say her response had me thinking… Felt like I had Kanye West singing his Bound 2 ‘I know you’re tired of loving with nobody to love’ on a loop…

My response?

 No, see, I have never thought that I was not worth loving. It is just a temporary sadness to realize from time to time, that each time I was loved, it was not irrevocably.. But my strength comes from knowing that it was never as a result of my own character.

That’s the only part how hurt has come from love – that we love the wrong one’s…

You have to believe you are worth loving, because you, beautiful, are…

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Life is like a race in space.

We find ourselves eternally between two worlds; the earth a tiny dot behind us, the moon a tiny dot ahead…

When we get to the moon, will it be everything we dreamed of? And would it be worth everything we left behind?

These questions define how vast new endeavors may scare us and fill us with trepidation; but it also highlights the beauty of how we can look back and realize – take that chance, and never look back again.

The sky is not the limit. It’s the point of view.

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Dear elusive one…

I think about you sometimes. Sometimes I think about you, the one I never came to know. I wonder what you are like, despite making up some arbitrary view of you as a result of your own actions. Your absence has made it hard to comprehend. You remain a mental gap in my everyday living. Until we meet, if ever fate sets up such a date, you will forever just stay an elusive concept.

I ask myself whether these circumstances that have brought us to this absence from one another’s life is a result of your actions, mom’s decisions, and my dubious reluctance to your – both you and her’s – affairs that brought us to where we, together aren’t?

If you should know, I have always been inquisitive, always pondering… Mostly on whether you do too. I further ask myself whether, regardless of your actions, her decisions and my dubious reluctance, if fate has clamped its claws down on us, and we are just passive beings to its strength… At least, this is what I make myself believe. Ignorance is bliss, they say, right? It makes it easier this way, you know. Takes some of the resentment I have towards you and your absence away.

Despite this all, I no longer have anger. I no longer have a yearning to curb my curiosity over you. Because as sad as it might sound: if you were present, my life would have, with certainty I say, not have been as beautiful as it it.

So thank you mom, for walking away from the love of your life, because he hurt you. You are a strong woman, and have managed to raise a Trojan daughter. Father, elusive one, thank you for your absence, because it taught me that you let things, and people go… because we need, and deserve those who can stay.

Your Daughter

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