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 the worse ones. Every summer, since I had finished elementary school, I had 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 … Continue reading Can money buy happiness?
They say, as years go by, you get used to the pain. When life slaps you in the face, you are not so sensitive as before. But as I grow older, every slap seems more painful, more intense, and I frantically look for a recovery like a drowning man to a raft after endless hours of floating. As if the resistance weakens me, and the … Continue reading Is life a struggle?
I remember the first time we went on a date. It happened after a couple of months of our random encounters, glances that questioned each other, and thoughts about all possible pros and cons of falling in love. I remember being nervous, questioning myself over and over: Should I even go on that date or not? He was a stranger to me, someone whose eyes … Continue reading Oblivion is the best revenge
Sometimes before I go to bed, I braid my hair, so it’s curly the next day. Usually, I don’t achieve what I had desired because, thanks to my dry hair, all that is not carefully styled, results in a messy appearance, and I look as if instead of a hair I have a pile of hay on my head. But I still braid my hair. … Continue reading Sometimes to give up means not to give up on what we truly are