Thought Catalog

Thought Catalog

Let Me Love You

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 08:00 PM PDT

Teddy Kelley
Teddy Kelley

I have fallen in love with you.

All our friends can see the chemistry between us. They think we should be together. I think you can see it too. You know that I still have feelings for you. I have stopped trying to hide them. I think you still have feelings for me but you won't act on them. Why? Because you think that you are protecting me from yourself. I think you are afraid of hurting me later and so you think that if you push me away now you can save me. But you're wrong. It hurts more to be pushed away than it would if we tried and things didn't work out. I don't need protection.

I chose you.

I know that there is a darkness inside and that you're complicated but that doesn't matter to me. I love who you are. I really think we could be good together. I think I could make you happy and you could make me happy. I think we would be good for each other. I would help you to see that you're worth it to me, to see the goodness inside of you and you would remind me that I am important, fun, smart, and beautiful. I have heard you say that every day is a struggle and that sometimes it hurts to live. Your pain breaks my heart. I want to try to take the pain away. I want to be something good and light in your life.

There's a quote that says, "One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel." I want to be that for you.

I want to be the angel who would help chase away the demons in your mind. Let me in. Let me be there for you.

I can't read your mind so I may never really know why you won't let me in. I think that maybe you don't think that you are good enough for me. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not perfect. I'm complicated and there are shadows inside me too.

I chose you.

I know who you are and I accept it and it doesn't change the way I feel. I'm right here, all you have to do is ask.

Let me love you.

I want to be your bright spot, but the truth is you were mine. I would never dream of telling you how to feel or what to do. I'm not asking you to change, I'm just asking you to let me in. TC mark

Here’s What He’s Like In Bed, According To His Zodiac Sign

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 07:15 PM PDT

Jesse Herzog
Jesse Herzog

Aries (March 21st- April 19th)

Enthusiasm is the name of the ram's game. He's not going to want to dilly-dally around with courting you, and frankly, you'll find his straightforward eagerness irresistible. He approaches sex with a disarming directness, and you look at your breasts like they're the first pair he's ever seen. He may be quick to finish, but fear not ladies (and gents)- it generally doesn't take much to get this guy ready for round two. Good luck pinning this guy down before the age of 35 though, he's got the attention span of a honeybee and is generally off looking for the next flower to ravage once he's done with yours.

Taurus (April 20th – May 20th)

The bull is about all things sensual. While this raw sensuality usually looks good on a woman, on the Taurus man it can occasionally come off as, well…a little sleazy. He's an earthy fellow, and loves fleshy curves, bawdy jokes, and the natural scent of a woman. Bonus? He'll go down on your for hours. Drawback? He's a slow-mover, relationship-wise, so while he's down to get down fairly quickly, it's sometimes tough to get him to call back. Once he makes a commitment he's in it for the long haul, and it takes a lot of convincing to get him there.

Gemini (May 21st – June 20th)

Geminis are the Peter Pans of the zodiac. You'll generally find them by the record player, or in a group of friends, always with a smile and an impish twinkle in their eye. This guy will seduce you with words- and if there's no mental connection, then there's no roll-in-the-hay. Once you get him in the sack, it's as fun and lighthearted as the conversation that landed you there. Geminis are fans of light touch, position changes, mild dirty talk (their ruler being Mercury, the planet of communication) and feather-light kisses. Don't expect them to stick around though, unless you can keep up with their kaleidoscope of interests. Not being fans of the heavy feels or deep emotions, if they sense things are getting too serious too quick, they'll hop on their, bike, scooter, rollerskates, and be gone- second star to the right and straight on till morning.

Cancer (June 21st – July 22nd)

Busty girls rejoice! Cancer is all about mother, and there's nothing more this man loves than a substantial rack. He's not one to engage in lively conversation or even make the first move, but once he does, you're in for a full-body sensory experience. A cancer man loves the feel of a womanly woman, and will spend hours with the kisses and caresses, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet nothings, making sure your pleased (usually a few times) before showing you the art of making love. The downside? Once it's over, the Cancer often feels he's showed to much of himself and scurries back into his shell, where there's no cell phone service and you're left bewildered and hungry for more. Just be glad it happened and don't overthink it.

Leo (July 23rd – August 22nd)

The lion will woo you, no doubt about it. If you want roses, compliments, grand gestures, an escort to your second cousins wedding and a dance partner for salsa class, look no further. The Leo lover will keep you in a whirlwind of romance and laughter, and once you've got him between the sheets, he'll make damn sure you're satisfied. After all, there's nothing a Leo loves more than an audience, and being the best at everything, and this is no exception when it comes to bedroom acrobatics. Buyer beware though- while he'll be jealous of men glancing your way, chances are you're not the only lady he's put under his spell. Like I said, Leo loves an audience, and an audience is generally made up of more than once person.

Virgo (August 23rd – September 22nd)

Virgos get a bad rap for being the 'Virgins' of the zodiac. This couldn't be farther from the truth. As an earth sign, Virgos possess a deep sensuality and when safe, love a variety of sexual antics that would leave even the Leo or Scorpios head spinning. The Virgo is all about his health, your pleasure, and overall cleanliness. This guy isn't into pubic hair and will make sure that you've drunk your kale shake and changed the bedsheets before giving you a go-around- and forget about going sans protection. This sign would never 'pull-and-pray'. There's a detachment to the Virgo lover that can be disconcerting at first, but fear not- he's devoted to his lover, and the deeper you grow as a couple (this guy likes being in a relationship), the deeper your sexual bond will grow. Along with your vitamin collection and organic-food delivery service bill.

Libra (September 23rd – October 22nd)

Ah, Libras. The lovers of the Zodiac. Libras are ruled by Venus, the planet of love, and are truly in love with love. They will dazzle you with their megawatt smile, engage you in conversations ranging from motocross to eastern philosophy (whatever they've gleaned you're into), and make you feel like the most interesting person in the world. Before you know it, you're floating on a sparkly pink cloud to their bed, where they'll make you think they're a good lover. Libras, like Geminis, are all about the mind. Afterward you may be left feeling somewhat empty. It's because while Libras will make you think you're the only person in the room, , they were more in love with the idea of you than the real you- just like they're in love with the idea of love than love itself. That said, chances are you'll get a few stimulating conversations, some awesome wine recommendations and a couple orgasms out of the whole affair. Not a bad way to spend a weekend!

Scorpio (October 23rd – November 21st)

Prepare to be stripped down, literally and figuratively. Most Scorpios hold true to their reputations- their gaze smolder, their words hypnotize, and women find themselves melting under their magnetism. There's something primal and animalistic about these men. If you can handle the intensity, they're more fun than a barrel of vibrators. They've got a sexual appetite that rivals a Japanese hot-dog eating champ, and they're fixated on pleasing you- not because they love you per se, but because they love the power. Afterwards, you'll be left, drained of your life force, ravaged and swollen, not sure if you're in love, pregnant, or simply left for dead. Generally, the Scorpio won't let you know which one it is, although it's usually the latter.

Sagittarius (November 22nd – December 21st)

Sags are all about expansion. As a fire sign, they're passionate, funny, impulsive, and silly. Much like the Aries, they don't like to dilly-dally when it comes to sex. They're eager learners, and while they may be a little clumsy when you first get them in the kip, they're good listeners and will happily take instruction. As the philosophers of the Zodiac, you'll occasionally meet the sanctimonious Sagittarius who would rather sit with you for hours debating religion, politics, and education- anything but sex. These guys can live so deep in the expansive mental realm they'll forget about the pleasures of the body. Fear not though ladies- by and large, when these guys are young, they're all about that booty, and they'll never judge you if you decide to put out on the first date.

Capricorn (December 22nd – January 19th)

Capricorns are the only sign that rival the sexual appetite (and deviancies) of the Scorpio. The big difference lies in public persona. Capricorns are all about ambition and success-or at least that's the perception they give off. Once the bedroom doors are closed though, get ready for the dog collar, sex swing, pornographic DVD's and crotchless satin panties (for him). Are you the truest sense of a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets? Do you have a burning desire to be both First Lady and Mistress of the Sex Cave? Look no farther than the Capricorn.

Aquarius (January 20th – February 18th)

You'd better love yourself, and be secure in that love, because the Aquarian lover is not one for poems and romance. Here is the sign of group love, humanitarian love, love of the world- but it'll take one special lady to get him to utter those three little words. Ironically, it's your words that will seduce him to your lair. Another air sign, like Gemini and Libra, he loves conversation, unusual ways of thinking and mental stimulation. As a lover he's curious yet detached. Don't worry- as a fixed sign, once you capture his heart, he's yours for good- just remember that the starving children in Africa and the wounded dog at the pound down the street will probably always come first.

Pisces (February 19th – March 20th)

Being with a Pisces is like being inside a sweet, watery dream. AS the last sign of the zodiac, the Pisces is an old soul. Also, being the oldest sign of the zodiac, legend has it he's been every other sing prior to his current Piscean nature. This translates to a grab-bag of sexy fun times. You never know what you're going to get- you may come home from York one day and find yourself tossed facedown on the bed with your skirt around your waist and your panties around your ankles while he spanks your bottom and makes you tell you how much like it. The next day for all you know he'll seduce you with your favorite meal and a bathtub full of rose petals and then make such slow, sweet, toe-curling love to you you'll swear you saw the face of god. The next day he may fall into a black mood, morose and wordless, comforted only by his Bright Eyes records and a bottle of Merlot. Even still, sex with the Pisces can border on a religious experience, and the pros most definitely outweigh the cons. TC mark

Life Is About Cherishing The Littlest Moments

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 07:00 PM PDT

Noël Alva
Noël Alva

Life is about sunrises
and sunsets.
New beginnings
and long over due endings.

Life is about Sunday afternoons
with loved ones.
Having morning coffee and donuts
looking out at the world
on the front porch swing.

Life is about embracing simplicity.
It's about opening the windows
for the first time
after a long winter freeze.

Life is about road trips
with good friends.
Blasting the radio as the wind whips
against your skin
and a smile
lights up your face.

Life is about love.
It’s about hearing the words
“I love you”
for the first time
from someone who
really means it.

Life is about laughing,
laughing so hard
you start crying
because you can’t stop.

Life is about standing barefoot
in the ocean
on a summer morning.
Waves crashing against the shore
so calming,
so peaceful.

Life is about just being.
Being alive.
Being well.
Being still.
Appreciating the silence
being capable to feel so much,
so deeply.

Life is about
living for good people,
living for good experiences,
living for now,
not living for later.

Life is about
the little things,
the important things.
Cherish those things. TC mark

25 Filthy Sex Games That’ll Make You Both Horny As Hell

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 06:15 PM PDT

1. Roll some dice to see how long your partner should go down on you. “One” means one minute. “Six” means six minutes, and so on and so forth.

2. See how well your partner can recite the lyrics to their favorite song while you’re going down on them. Whenever they stop talking, you stop sucking.

3. Kiss for as long as you can without taking off any clothes or feeling each other up. See which one of you caves first and initiates sex.

4. Play truth or dare, but make every question naughty.

5. Remember Jenga? Write down different sexual tasks on each block that you’ll have to perform whenever you grab one of them.

6. Pretend that you’re in a room with other people. Your goal is to keep quiet, and your partner’s goal is to try to make you moan.

7. Put on a song for your partner and see how well they can do a strip tease to it. You can either pick something sultry or silly.

8. Play naked Twister. For added fun, you can even throw body paint onto the board, so you’ll end up covered in different colors.

9. Play porn roulette. Head to a porn site, scroll down, and click on a random video to watch together.

10. Turn on Periscope and ask strangers what you should do to your partner. When it’s time to follow through, you get to choose whether you want to turn the camera off or leave it on.

11. Buy an adult board game. If you follow the instructions, you’ll end up doing some pretty dirty shit.

12. Play naughty charades by acting out different sex acts. If your partner guesses correctly, perform the act with them.

13. Set a timer and try to make each other orgasm before it goes off.

14. Play strip Poker. Or strip Uno. Or strip Go Fish.

15. Blindfold your partner and make him guess whether you’re about to touch him with your hands, a feather, a vibrator, or your mouth.

16. Open up an erotic novel or find a naughty fanfiction online. Then act out what the characters are doing to each other.

17. Play the “what’s in my mouth challenge” like you’ve seen your favorite YouTubers do. Except, instead of using food, you should place different body parts in your partner’s mouth and make them guess what they’re sucking on.

18. Switch to a random television channel. Then role play as whatever couple stars on the show.

19. Challenge him to a video game that you both enjoy. The winner gets to choose what the loser has to do to them.

20. Quiz him with questions about your kinks and fantasies. Whenever he gets one wrong, he has to remove an item of clothing.

21. Scroll through a sex toy site and order whatever item you randomly land on. Then use it the next time you have sex.

22. Channel your inner-child and play hide and seek. Wherever he finds you, he has to fuck you.

23. Watch a movie together. Try to turn your partner on in any way that you can without removing your eyes from the screen.

24. Go out in public and try to make each other horny without engaging in massive PDA. Try bending over so he can see your cleavage and sneaking kisses when no one else is looking.

25. Touch him while he touches you. See who can make the other person orgasm first by only using their hands. TC mark

I Have Loved And I Will Love Again

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 06:00 PM PDT

Noël Alva
Noël Alva

I have loved so deeply that when he left, he took with me the air I breathed, left only an ocean of tears that pooled at my feet.

I have loved so cautiously that I found myself in a dark room, wandering around without even a flicker of light, wondering what if.

I have loved so poorly that when I looked in the mirror each morning I didn't recognize myself, my skin was so hard that vulnerability had no chance of breathing.

I have loved, and I have loved, and I have loved.

But I wonder, how much have I lost? The parts of me that once believed in true love, in monogamy, in trusting someone completely, they are no longer present.

I try and go backwards, searching for them in my ocean, in my dark room, in my reflection.

Going backwards serves no one. I must let go of what was and accept what is.

I am a marble statue in a dark ocean. I must have faith in what will be, a dancer on the beach, wind in my hair and warmth on my skin. TC mark

I Want Imperfect

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 05:00 PM PDT

Tinou Bao
Tinou Bao

I want a love that's imperfect, that's damn messy and complicated and isn't painted to look all pretty and hang on a bedroom wall.

I want a love that's real, on every single level. A love that isn't surfacey, but digs down deep to the gritty parts of our pasts that we try to hide when we're feeling nervous or self-conscious about who we are and where we've been.

I want a love that knows and really sees each other.

I want a love that is filled with the craziness of falling for someone—the rush at their touch, the stomach flip-flops whenever you see them, the conflict of trying to make them happy but also trying to be true to yourself. I want the arguments about who we are; I want the fights about how the hell two flawed people are going to make this thing work.

See, the world makes love out to be this beautiful thing you jump into, and suddenly, with the right person, all the pieces fit together.

But that's stupid. And I don't want that.

I don't want someone who's going to make me forget all my flaws. My flaws make me the person I am, and even though those parts of me sometimes really suck, they're still a part of me.

And I don't want someone who hides their true self. Love means seeing who someone really is—even their sucky parts, and loving them just the same, if not more, because of them.

I don't want someone who's going to gloss over the edges and smooth out the wrinkles so we can look pretty on the outside.

I want someone who's going to see me for me, us for us, and work through all that crap to have a love that means something rather than just looks nice.

I want a love that isn't storybook because I'm not a stock character.

Some days I'll be the villain and some days I'll be the protagonist, the one that saves you. Some days I'll drive you crazy, and some days you'll fall into my arms because nowhere else has felt so safe, so right.

Some days we'll feel like ripping each other's hair out.
And some days we'll wonder why we ever fight.

We won't always have it together. We won't always shave the answers. We'll go through things that shake us to the core and make us pull away from each other.

But I want that. I want all of that.

I want you on your worst days and I want you to want me on mine.

I want us to learn all the things that make each other nervous, or scared, or angry, or human.

And I think, what I want most of all, is for us to still choose each other through all of that. And keep choosing each other, day after day after day.

See, I want imperfect love. Not this idealized, make-believe version of how it's 'supposed to be.' When I fall in love, I want to crash and be dizzy. I want to be with someone who gets that I'm going to cry for no reason sometimes, or want to be alone sometimes, or be damn stubborn sometimes, just because.

I want someone that sees me, in all the millions of souls in the world, and says, "I want that imperfect one. She's mine."

Because we're all a little broken.
So let's be broken together. TC mark

Read This If You Haven’t Found Your Passion Yet

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 04:00 PM PDT

Sarah Loven
Sarah Loven

"I don't know what my passion is," she said. "But I know I like to help people."

I thought to myself, "I used to feel that way, too."

We aren't alone. I know there are other millennials out there who feel the same way. We are told to follow our passion, but how do we follow it if we don't know what the heck it is?

I contemplated that same question on my 25th birthday. It tired me out to think about passion as a concrete thing — if I could even classify it as one thing.

I'd been working and gaining experience since I was 16 in a variety of different fields. There was freelance photography, working on higher education political initiatives, marketing at an amusement park, working with an organization that connected investors and entrepreneurs, and the three early stage Silicon Valley startups I worked at.

Over the past 10 years, I had been hopping from thing to thing, trying to see what I liked and didn't like. Each time, I gathered more skills and built more professional relationships.

But nothing ever seemed like it was the absolute perfect fit. The one thing I could see myself doing forever.

But then on one sunny day in July 2015, I came across a book called The Art of Work. While I didn't know it at the time, it would prove to be the exact thing I needed to get me thinking how I would move forward in my life.

It was a series of questions the author asked that prompted follow-on questions within myself.

"What comes easy to you that's not so obvious to others?"

This got me thinking of how I find it easy to build professional relationships — or, the dirty word, "network" — and how friends were always asking me questions about what to do with their career.

"Do I also enjoy talking about career and networking stuff?"

Yes, I do! In fact, I don't mind teaching about this stuff. People ask me so many questions that I've already resorted to writing blog posts on commonly mentioned subjects to direct them to that.

"Why do I enjoy talking and helping people on these topics?"

It's something I've personally gone through; I've struggled to figure out my career. Six years ago, I didn't know how to network, talk to people professionally, and all that. But because I've practiced, I now have a wealth of knowledge that could benefit other 20-somethings just starting out.

"Is this my passion?"

I want to help people and provide value in their lives. This constitutes a meaningful use of my time in helping other 20-somethings figure out their career, so this makes sense. I think this is a much more practical way for me to look at the concept of passion.

"Could I see myself doing this for 10 years?"

Yes, it was the first time in my job-hopping life that I'd envisioned myself doing anything for 10 years. Usually, I would see myself at any given place for a year and then bouncing. So I knew it was a good start.

It would take me another six months to finally quit my job. But when I did, you bet I started on my dream of building my own career coaching business to help millennials.

Let me ask you:

What do your friends trust your advice in?

Is this something you enjoy teaching other people about?

It doesn't have to be forever, but could you see yourself in this career for the next five or 10 years?

These simple questions could be the start of a more fulfilling career path. TC mark

You Have To Learn That Not Everyone Will Love You Back, But The Right Person Will

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 03:00 PM PDT


You don’t see the way his eyes trail off to the girl in a mini skirt as you relay the saddest peak of your life. You never wonder why his hands brush his hair every time your palms reach out for it. You don’t notice the space between your hugs or the forced arch in his smile. And all the little things, spelling out a no.


You keep yourself snuggled under the sheets of empty promises and woeful optimism, looking for what could have been in a room made for one. And the map of promises you drew on the contour of his lips didn’t take long before it breathed someone else’s name. Felicity stretched out in front of you, always an arm’s length, but thousands of almosts apart.


You are not enough. Your words are nothing but mere patched up letters that don’t make sense. Your efforts are just kinetics, it will not change anything. Your presence is a blank space of nothingness. You don’t count. You don’t matter. Your love will never be enough to change him.


You are not a confusion; you are a paradox of truth. The world cannot see the fuel in your veins nor the splendor of your thoughts. And for this, anything you do will be criticized and everything you are will be ostracized, but you can only define you. You will cohere with every heartbreak, trying to fill the stolen piece. You will change for every lover you hold, making a guarantee out of yourself. Because there is no amount of infinite promises and wrapped up hyperboles that can tame a heart. And you have to learn, you have to learn that not everyone you love, will love you back, because even the ones who do, walk away from you.


None of these can delineate your worth. Your value is subjective, it does not cease because no one materializes it. It’s there, as true as the wind your lungs take in, but as inconspicuous as the missing i in the prevous word. You are not enough, you are worth it. You are scattered pieces of metaphor covered in skin and the right person will see this as sublime portentousness

This person will erase every what and if that ever crossed your psyche. And you don’t have to give up anything; you don’t have to compromise, because he will stay. He will, minus any negative constructions of refusal. He will see the sky in your eyes, you will be as vast as the sea and a lifetime is too short for an adventure in the folds of your skin. You are worth it, but to the wrong person, you will never be adequately sufficient. TC mark

This Is Me Accepting You’re The One Who Got Away

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 02:00 PM PDT


I know I'm not supposed to still be in love with you, but I still am. We never seem to be able to pick the ones we fall in love with. But we all know love is blinding.

You came out of nowhere and changed the way I view the world. I won't be the person who I am today if it wasn't for you. You showed me so much about life. Taught me so much about the person who I am today. How could I still not be in love with you?

You changed me. Morphing me into the person who I never had the courage to become on my own. Inspiring me to become the best version of myself. Motivating me become a person who you could fall in love with. Hoping one day that you would be able return my love for you.

You have a passion for life; that was (and still is) my favorite thing about you. I love your urge to travel the entire world; your desire to make the most out of each and every day. I love your strength and integrity.

Honestly, I love most things about you.

You probably never realized this, but my love for you was so strong, I had to released you. Let you go off and explore this world on your own. Find yourself in a way you never dreamed possible. You needed to be set free. You are not one who can be held back. I never wanted to be the one to hold you back. I loved you so much that I had to have let go of you.

I loved you then, and I still love you now.

But here's the catch of this all; I'm not supposed to still be in love with you, right? I'm supposed to pretend that I don't love you. Don't think about you. Don't care about you anymore. Don't miss you anymore.

But I do still love you. I still think about you every day. I still care about you more than ever. I still really miss you. How can I not be in love with you after everything we've been though?

Truthfully, it took me a long time to get over you. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that we would not be able to be together. From the moment I laid eyes on you (you standing at the bottom of that staircase) I knew that you were forever going to be apart of my life. I guess I just never expected it to be like this.

I used to wear your love as a shackle. In a way hating you for everything you put me through. I broke my own heart in the process of setting you free. That being said, I am no longer sad that you are gone. Deep down, I knew things were never going to work out between us. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still in love with you. I probably will be for the rest of my life.

They always claim that time heals all. But when it comes to you, time makes my love for you stronger. Every day that passes; I am able to appreciate what we had together. Appreciate you for everything that you taught me. Appreciate you for creating an everlasting love.

You helped me realize that love is greater than just two people.

Love has plans of its own. Sometimes our love for another is so strong that we must let them go.

You are the one who I let get away. One the who got away.

And frankly, I love that you are. TC mark

I Have Decided To Love Myself First

Posted: 10 Jul 2016 01:00 PM PDT


I’m not supposed to stay here, not supposed to be fixated at this single spot I am on. I’m not supposed to be defined by others’ expectations of me, not supposed to be trapped in this crystal ball of safety, or caged like a bird with overly large wings.

I’m supposed to fly free, for my body, soul and mind. I’m supposed to know what freedom is, supposed to remember it. I’m supposed to feel okay with being honest. I know it’s a dangerous world out there, but I’m a dangerous girl, and danger is my mantra.

But more often than not, we are so engrossed with our agendas and to-do lists, that we forget what freedom is. We lose our sense of adventure because we are often told it’s “safe and comfortable where we are.” We are trapped within ideals and expectations that may not even be ours to begin with because other people, who apparently know us better than ourselves, imposed them on us. We succumb to societal pressure, the need to “fit in” and conform to society’s definiton of “normal.”

We are expected to have glorious pursuits, like becoming a doctor, a lawyer, or an astronaut who could escape the fucking blackhole. We are expected to want to be rich, to live in a penthouse and drive a nice car. We are expected to be quiet and not express any controversial views. We are expected to love people who is of the opposite gender because “it’s only natural.” We are not supposed to be satisfied; we are expected to be hungry for success.

We are trapped in this rat race, caged like birds with wings tied up.

I used to be like that. I used to be an overtly go-getter, giving up time with family and friends, giving up the things and people I love, to pursue things that I thought would make me happy.

But they did not make me happy.

I was pulled in so many directions that even I lost sight of the north of my compass, lost sight which way is which. I banged into so many obstacles, went through so much hell, mentally and physically.

And then I decided to be free.

I decided to choose happiness. I decided to choose freedom.

I decided to choose me.

I decided to move because I’m not a fucking tree that stayed rooted to the ground. Hell, even a tree and a plant know how to move towards the light.

I’m supposed to be able to do things that make me happy, that feed my soul. I’m supposed to fly free, to fly in all directions, to fly without any boundaries.

I decided to do the things I love. I decided to not put up with bullshit. I decided to lose things that were important to me, because I could keep what is even more important to me. I decided to give up on things and people that I knew had no future or prospects with, so that I could continue my quest for something greater, no matter what kind of wait I had to endure.

I decided to have a taste of true freedom, and that, I want to believe, is what everyone deserves. TC mark