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When I was young, I used to get ‘trapped’ in the prince-charming mindset: that there will come a man with all the qualities and criteria I have ever dreamed of to love me and to make me happy. But here are the flaws in that: We put the effort in ‘finding’ the ‘right’ man who
I published this illustration on Instagram yesterday, and it seemed like the message resonated with a lot of you. Thus, I decided to post that illustration here, along with a chapter from my interactive playbook, Break, Hearts. I used to think that love is synonymous with ‘sacrifice’. I could still remember the pride that was swelling inside
Losing ‘Someone’ A few years ago, when I was nursing a vicious heartbreak, I stumbled upon a mother-daughter dialogue in a young adult novel. They were arguing about the daughter’s boyfriend. I couldn’t remember the title and the exact conversation, but it goes more or less like this: Daughter: But he is my WHOLE world!
I can listen to you talking about your grand adventures for hours. About the foreign cities you have visited. About Bosnia and Kosovo and Albania. About the exotic beaches and fellow travellers you meet at the seaside bar. About the things you see and the things you think about as you see those things. About the museums and the park
Our retrouvailles marked the end of summer in your city. The city I came to love despite its constant windy chills and random rain showers: in summer. We remembered the couch—with plush pillows and soft blankets thrown carelessly over its surface; something that reminded us of the chaotic beauty of a studio of an artist. We spent so many times snuggling there;
Love by knowing that everything is temporary. Love by knowing that it will not last forever. Love by knowing that it could be the first and the last, the best and the worst, the only one or another one. Love by knowing that nothing is permanent. Love by knowing that this moment can make and break the rest.
Even if our only prayer is gratitude, maybe it’s enough. Even if our only ablution is acceptance, maybe it’s enough. Even if our only service is being compassionate, maybe it’s enough. Even if our only invocation is words of blessings, maybe it’s enough. Even if our only offering is non-judgement, maybe it’s enough. Even if
All of us have that one person in our lives: the one who never leaves. The one who never leaves is both always and never around. He is here, but at the same time, he isn’t. PHOTO BY NICO WIJAYA. You cannot hold his hands or kiss his cheek or hug him from behind anytime you like. He