I’m still learning. I’m 28 years old and I’m still learning how to walk the cobbled streets of this city with confidence, how to mend my heart and put myself first, how to be completely happy with who I am, how to love all yesterdays in hope of better tomorrows. I’m still learning that being different from most people doesn’t make me weird, that happiness doesn’t have anything to do with perfect skin, or a closet full of clothes, that the way people perceive you has nothing to do with who you really are. You are a beautiful sum of thoughts, and choices, and fears and dreams.
I am a dreamer myself and I’m a child at heart, I have no idea what I do half the time, I love words and I’m ready to embrace simplicity as a way of life. I’m not perfect and I don’t believe in perfection, but I do believe in constant growing, in kindness, in good manners, in happiness.
In the kind of happiness that comes from the small things. I want to believe that a cup of coffee will always put a smile on my face, that a piece of cake brought home by my hubby will always feel like the best surprise ever, that a bouquet of flowers will always brighten up my grayish days.
The reason I’m saying all this is because I’m tired of seeing mean people everywhere, I’m tired of seeing young girls growing up to believe in all sorts of plastic fantasies, and it makes me sad to realize that they all want to lead the same kind of life when they’re all so very different.
In a world that expects you to be a million different things at once is OK to find the one reality that suits you best, the one that feels good from the inside, even if few people understand it.
Thank you dear Andra for the beautiful pictures & thank you all for having read this. XO