Eavesdropping

A lot of things to tell in a post, I guess, but let me start describing life by giving you an analogy.

Imagine somebody is currently holding a cup of hot latte without a sleeve. First, that somebody is gonna feel a striking hot fuss but later on, after couple of minutes, the heat starts to vanish. It does not vanish. Energy remains, heat is energy, it only transforms. It moves to the hand. It spreads to the whole cup. Finally, our somebody will think the coffee has been cool off. When this somebody sips it, it still burns the tongue.

Our somebody’s hand is the one that gets used to.

Talking about life and people is very appealing to me.

It includes heartbreak, struggles, and tears. But it also includes courageous steps, running through hell, stop listening to some shrieks, and carrying on what?

Life.

For all question you might have, for all your thoughts that I might be something.

Back to the analogy. well, I’m just being the hand. I’m just living like the hand.

Coping.

The pain strikes, the longing and desperation surely were there but are they necessary? Are they worth any celebrating?

I just want you to friggin realize that being a victim is not something marvelous.

At least not in your own story. At least not in mine, too.