Once

 "Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?
   We accept the love we think we deserve"



Once I used to think that to love was simple. I used to think that when two people meet, some chemistry get them together, something that cannot be explain, something similar to magic But one day you open your eyes and realize nothing is what fairy tales taught you when younger.
Once I used to believe things were easy. People get to know each other, get closer… then what?
Why everything suddenly changes? How that happens? Does something go missing? Does problems get in between them? What happens? 

Once I used to believe love could go through everything.
Once I used to believe that love was enough. 

But how can it be enough when we live overwhelmed by all what it is happening into our lives? How can we connect with another person when we cannot even understand what it is going inside us? How can we understand what we feel for someone else when we cannot feel anything but confusion inside us?  
What is the answer to all this questions? Is any answer out there? Where? But above all, WHEN? We have an established time on the earth, why do we have to spend it in our minds instead of living and enjoying every single moment of this short life? 

Once. You only live once. Stop wasting time looking for an answer, making yourself all those questions about love because the answer it is love itself
Love every moment you live because you are not going to live the same again. If you meet someone you love, tell him because life can take you the opportunity to say it in any time. Accept the love that is given to you and if you feel that it is not enough, then it is not worth it. But most important of all, love yourself above anything else. Because you are the person you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

Take me home

We all were born in a family, in between people we don't choose. They say they are our family, that they love us but sometimes we just don’t believe it. We don’t fit in between them. 

So one day we decide to pack our dreams in a suitcase, a couple of memories and leave. 

We run away from our fears and regrets and hide all the nightmares under the bed where we won’t sleep in anymore.
We build a new life, start everything from zero, a new city, new friends, new exciting challenges and new memories.
But we cannot avoid sleeping and nightmares with it. One day we wake up and we find them there, sitting on our bed, looking at us with their yellow eyes, a shadow over us.
And it start all over again. The feeling of being alone, unwanted and misunderstand. That big shadow follow us everywhere, no door will stop it from follow us, no sea or ocean can keep it away from us. 

And that’s when we need to be taken back home.
Back to that physical or mental space where we can find the strength to keep carry on. Home is where to feel safe. Sometimes home can be too distant or can’t been reached easily but we know it is there. We just have to keep it in mind. We don’t have to forget our suitcase full of dreams and hopes, they are the reason why we started this journey. We put so much effort in that that giving up is not an option.
It is totally normal to feel homesick sometime. But memories are there to show us the path back home.