Even if i knew where i was going, it still hurts when i arrived. Imagination is a great tool, but when it runs wild and detaches you from reality, it becomes one of your most dangerous enemies, for it makes you look bigger in your own eyes. Bigger than you actually are, and maybe bigger than you are willing to become now.
I spent my last week drinking a lot of coffees with my friends and allowing myself to say goodbye. But it seems now that with every coffee drank i was wattering my roots to grow even bigger. I knew that significant parts of my soul are realised in collaboration with other souls. But i didn't see this coming. It hurts...
One of the reasons i chose this was because i knew it will be a triggering experience that will grow me up in an accelerated way. But here i am, wondering why i didn't choose Bucharest and sabotating myself. Wherever you go, there you are... Am i?
Like a child that is scared, i cry for no logical reason and hope that somehow i will remind myself that i never take the familiar and easy way out...
Ina, i know that growing up hurts, but should it be this overwhelming?
I spent my last week drinking a lot of coffees with my friends and allowing myself to say goodbye. But it seems now that with every coffee drank i was wattering my roots to grow even bigger. I knew that significant parts of my soul are realised in collaboration with other souls. But i didn't see this coming. It hurts...
One of the reasons i chose this was because i knew it will be a triggering experience that will grow me up in an accelerated way. But here i am, wondering why i didn't choose Bucharest and sabotating myself. Wherever you go, there you are... Am i?
Like a child that is scared, i cry for no logical reason and hope that somehow i will remind myself that i never take the familiar and easy way out...
Ina, i know that growing up hurts, but should it be this overwhelming?
