The Punch You Don’t See Coming…

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In boxing, it’s always the punch you don’t see coming that knocks you down. The punch you weren’t expecting, the punch you never thought would hit you. Life is just like that.

It’s the bizarre coincidences we never even dared take into consideration, with an even stranger ramification of consequences. And in the ensuing chaos, we no longer understand what’s going on, and we feel like drowning. Time becomes inconsistent: a second, a minute, an hour, a day… we can no longer tell what is what. Continue reading

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What Does it Mean to ACTUALLY Love Yourself?

Back during the Dark Ages one was required to take into consideration what others thought of them. Individuality, personal space, all of them did not matter that much. You were required to defend your honor. What others said about you, you either had to accept as truth, or fight to prove it as a lie.

Quite different from the way we see ourselves today, right?

Kids have their own rooms, their own private spaces. They are told to love themselves, to not care what others think of them.

Someone else’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

Something like that.

But what if they’re right?

What if it’s best to live in a social environment and try to understand why others might not like you? Why others might say bad things about you… Continue reading

No Matter

Ever felt so out of balance that it seemed as if the entire universe was conspiring against you? Probably.

The idea is that you should try to live. No matter what. But how do we do that? Especially when one loses hope and faith and courage. When all one does is exist.

The important thing to remember is that we are here to fight the odds and beat them. Life’s a struggle because that’s the only way to learn, to grow, to evolve. Continue reading

Rattle The Bars of Your Cage

“People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.” – Alain de Botton

They say irony is the song of a bird who has learned to love its cage.

They also say that none are more hopelessly enslaved than those who believe themselves to be free.

We all live in a cage. We all perceive the world around us as limiting. The bars of the cage are all the people who tell us to be realistic, to be this or that, to aim lower, to please others.

To make one compromise after another.

People who tell us that we’ll never make it.

I say, rattle the bars. Continue reading

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Stories. The ones we tell ourselves, about ourselves. The ones we tell others about who we are, or used to be. Stories. Without them, the world would be perfect, for this terrible hunger inside us would not exist; the urge to be defined, to be more than who we are.

Stories. Without them, we would be nothing, have nothing.

Sometimes I can almost hear the sound of my soul crushing under the weight of a terrible destiny.

I am a writer because no one ever bothered to listen to me tell my story. Because I could never live the story that I so desperately needed.

I wrote and I wrote and I wrote…

I punched those damn keys, and wished that my stories would, somehow, someday, come true. But they never did. Not even once.

The bitter truth is that a writer is a bunch of different people inhabiting a body, and he never has the guts to choose one path, one destiny.

I am a bunch of opposites.

Lately, I have felt that I have lost myself. I feel trapped inside this cage. I feel like I have told myself that I have come to love this cage. The story I tell myself about myself.

Who am I? Why?

Who are you? How often do you ask yourself this question? How often do you adjust your sails on this great sea of life?


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[REVIEW] Metamorphosis by Raquel Swann

From Amazon.com:

Every morning when you wake up does the mirror tell you lies? 

Today, Raquel doesn’t feel quite herself as she opens her eyes in a mountain cottage beside a peculiar old woman with seemingly humble intentions. A choice, in a small shot glass, sits in front of her ready to change her destiny forever. Everything depends on her next move. Everything. A sinister evil which grows in the shadows must be stopped before it’s too late. How can you stop what you can’t see? Can one person really make a difference? 

Metamorphosis is a serious deep dive into the heart of a transgender woman within a fantasy backdrop. This book examines social issues facing the entire LGBTQIA community with a focus on what it truly means to be yourself. There is a hero inside all of us, please join Raquel as she attempts to find strength in the face of unfathomable odds. Whether you are MTF FTM Nonbinary Transgender – there is something to soothe your dysphoria within the pages of this book. 

Review:

Metamorphosis. Defined as a change of the form or nature of a person. Defined as a painful transformation, one that alters you in ways that you cannot go back.

Who do you wish to be? What would you do to become that person?

Metamorphosis by Raquel Swann asks these very questions, and provides us the tools to answer them ourselves in a story that is enthralling and easy to read. An intriguing concept, written as a sort of fairytale, this first person narrative tackles the issue of identity in an original and interesting manner.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to tell you who you should be means to fight a never ending battle. It means to face demons that you’d much rather ignore, it means to accept the uncertainty, fear, and pain of being yourself among others who’d like you to be who they need you to be.

And this theme, this burning desire to be ourselves, it’s something we all struggle with, whether we like to admit it or not.

Metamorphosis is well worth your time for this reason alone. The struggle to be self-defined, fueled from within, while also coming to terms with the fact that we don’t discover ourselves, but rather create that self through heartache and pain.

Who do you want to be? Why? And when was the last time you felt like yourself?

Set in Darkness

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“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams

Fear. It comes in all shapes and sizes. At times it paralyzes you, making it impossible to act or even utter a single word. Other times, it takes the shape of pragmatism. It takes the shape of suspicion and pessimism. It takes the shape of a certain complacent behavior. It takes the shape of routine; mind numbing routines meant to keep you busy enough so you don’t even think about what you’re really afraid of.

So… just stop for a second. What is it that you are scared of? Continue reading