Strong people have even bigger scars

When I was 8 years old, I didnt know much about world, pain and myself. All I could see was that I was bullied at school for something that was not my fault.

Although when I opened the doora into my mind at age 14, little did I know I opened the door to a lot more than just my imagined in my head room.

I had to take time to get perspective on things. I havent really had time to process much of what happened during the weekend yet. Although lately the same curiosity that led me to install spotify has brought me to give a hug to one of my favourite artists. And meeting someone who could shake my life up in the process too. And it all started when searching for something new on the playlist.

The curiosity gave me hope. But ultimately it also gave me some real dead ends. You dont want to relocate to another city because you wanted to check like how it is to live with a girlfriend under the same roof. Although if that didnt happen, I guess I would still crave that feeling. So perhaps the scars are like time markers, that show you who you really are. And age 31 (soon will be 32) I dont have many regrets (at least recently, but my chatacter development helped me to open up). Ive been craving new places, new experiences. Who knows whats next. Life is an adventure, and its definitely more exciting if you open up for more and push past discomfort