A Little Lesson About History

I heard somewhere one time that the reason we study our past is to make sure we know ourselves as a race so well, we stop making the same mistakes over and over. However in reality that is not the case, no, in reality history just keeps repeating itself. Our legacy as a race so far is a never-ending vicious cycle. All the wars, conflicts, acts of terrorism, it’s all the same in its core. Time only changes the people involved and maybe, sometimes, the circumstances, but the rest stays still. Whatever the time period or the place in the world, the situation is the same: Those in power use it to stay that way, and chase and discard of whatever threatens it or doesn’t serve their purpose, and of course, those who think differently won’t give up that easily. And yes, I realize I sound a lot like Karl Marx, but I do believe he had a point in his conflict theory. I find amazing how, despite all the evidence and people that have stated the same thing, we still keep on tripping over the same stone. Talk about not recognizing something even if it’s staring at us in the face, because believe me… It’s staring, for some time now.

That time when I (accidentally) realized that I was proud of myself

There was nothing different about that day, nothing at all. I woke up as sleepy as any other day, dealt with misbehaving kids at work like always, and sat at home to write in an common cold afternoon in the middle of winter. I was writing an article about the story of How I Became a Feminist. It dragged me back to moments of personal struggle and, even though I didn’t quite understand it yet, growth.

By the time I made the decision of pulling myself together, I was feeling like I had wasted several relevant years of my life, the time when I should be building the foundations of “my empire” or whatever powerful person I should be becoming. Theoretically I knew I was young and had hopefully many decades of life ahead of me, but being surrounded in college by 19 year old seniors and entrepreneurs who knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t going to sleep until they had it, I felt that by not doing the same, and not being even close to it, I wouldn’t become anything for myself.

In the article I went chronologically, starting from my childhood and explaining all the events that led to me becoming the person that I am today. By the end of it, I stated that simple things that I took care of myself, and that can seem little to most people, “helped [greatly] to shape the person that I am today”. If I’m being completely honest, I chose to say that because it seemed like the right thing to say, but as I typed those words I realized the powerful truth they held.

In that moment I understood that the person I’ve become is strong, funny, confident, and smart. She isn’t afraid anymore of saying what she thinks and beliefs in, and is willing to fight for them. She doesn’t hide behind a shield of false safety (Mostly), and she isn’t afraid of making mistakes, because she’s learned that they are the proof of the fact that she is trying and not simply giving up.

I wish I had the words to describe exactly how empowering that feeling is, to be proud of yourself and how far you’ve come. I might have found what I’m passionate about a little later than a lot of people, but I have the satisfaction that even in those foggy times, I knew myself enough to not settle for things that didn’t feel right. I might not have been sure of a lot of things, and I mean a lot, but I did know with every fiber of my being that choosing something I didn’t absolutely love just for the sake of finishing college in a time frame that was considered acceptable, wasn’t worth my happiness and becoming a bitter and grumpy adult.

Self Portrait

With a cup of coffee in my hand a cautious step, I approached the full-length mirror that morning. I wondered how she would look this time, would our troubled roots be so deep down we’d need more time to reconcile?

Normal is just an illusion.

“Normal is just an illusion, what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” — Morticia Addams.

Half of the people wants to be normal, the other half claims to be different. But truth is that we all have things in common, and things that differ from each other… And if that’s the case, we can’t be completely normal or completely different, can we?

So, to my understanding, what we really are is unique.

Now, think about it for a second. If we are all unique, wouldn’t that mean that we are all different, and at same time, the same, and by that, normal? So we are indeed normal, since being unique is what is common among human beings. 

We could go on and on, but does it truly matter?  

Who is it that you love? (Short Story)

By the time I woke up, the sunlight coming through the window had been replaced by the ones from the moon and the city, and I could hear the sound of the traffic outside. Suddenly I felt a hand caressing my back, making me shiver.

Of course he knew I was awake.

A Role Player Diary: How it All Began.

Beneath our day to day lives and what we consider as common and real, there’s an underworld culture that not many know about: Role Play. With thousands of members from all over the world, this “perfect” reality just keeps growing. We all have different lives and come from different backgrounds, yet that one thing we share brought us together: We all have something in our reality we’re trying to escape from.

Be brave, you already have the answer.

In a society that encourages us to find what you love, give it all and have it all. It is often hard to deal and easy to get lost when you just don’t know what is it that you love to do, trust me, I’ve been there. First of all, it’s important that you come to understand that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with us. Remember when people say we’re all perfect just the way we are? Guess what, it applies to you and me too.