The beginning of this week already feels like a lifetime ago. Ten years of experiences and difficult life lessons have paved this path ahead of me and shaped me into this character that is pulled irresistibly towards the unexplored and to all foreign corners of life. Half my life’s worth of mental illness and it’s meaning struggled on the tip of my tongue as I sat in an airport waiting to leave the country I’ve grown up in indefinitely.
But now that I’m here, nothing could tempt me back. Travel has become my therapy, even in dark moments the human experience is as endless in it’s variety as it’s potential and I am no longer afraid to live or to know this world.
why do people think it’s cool to be cold and not care about others…
like sure if you’re expressing yourself how you want then the opinions of others shouldn’t matter on the trivial external stuff
but if i care about someone, what they say is going to matter a great deal to me?? i don’t think that’s weak?? if someone tells me i’m being a shit or hurting them and they mean something to me i will reflect on that and change something
to me that’s the difference between caring and not caring about someone. and if you have a friend or partner or even a family member who won’t do that for you and who brushes off your feelings like they don’t matter to preserve their own ego…fuck that get rid of em