I grew up in a family where money was one of those things we never had enough. We had our better days as well as those worse. Every summer, since I finished elementary school, I worked so I could afford myself to buy some clothes, books, notebooks and all other school supplies I needed. But when I think about it, I can’t say we were … Continue reading Can money buy happiness?
They say, as years go by, you get used to pain. When life slaps you in the face, you are not so sensitive like before. But as I grow older, every slap is more painful, more intense, and I frantically catch for every recovery like a drowning man to raft after endless hours of floating. As if the resistance weakens me and the soul wants … Continue reading Is life a fight?
I remember the first time we went on a date. It happened after a couple of months of our random meetings, glances that questioned each other, thoughts about all the pros and cons of falling in love. I remember being so nervous, questioning myself: Should I even go on that date or not? He was a stranger to me, someone whose eyes I would feel … Continue reading Oblivion is the best revenge
Occasionally I braid my hair before I go to bed so I can have it curly the next day. Usually, I don’t achieve desired effect because, thanks to my dehydrated hair, all that is not carefully styled results in messy appearance, and I look like I have a pile of hay on my head instead of hair. But I still braid my hair. I’m used … Continue reading Sometimes to give up means not to give up on what we truly are