A cup of freedom, please

21 going to be 22 in a couple of months.

I happen to know what i want, what i love to do, whom i love to spend my time with.
But i guess sometimes life's trick me with giving the right argument.

"I shouldn't do this.. You can't do that.. It's not supposed to be happening.. It's not the right path.. etc."

So when the crossroads lie in front of my eyes, i tend to choose the "supposed-to-be-pick" road.
And i'm making myself happy with that choice.

This time, i wonder.
If i pick what i want, not what i suppose to, can i be happier?
If i dare my brain to rest and let my heart rule my actions, can i be more free?
If i let my eyes do the talking, instead my mouths, can i be more honest?
If i just do things without thinking twice, is it gonna be surprising?


I wonder and wonder..
I wanna be bolder, i wanna own my freedom.


So people, can i have a cup of freedom, please? With judgement on the side.

Not a Cheering Squad

I decided to blog again. Simply because i need to whine, and blab about this thing.

What thing, you may wonder.

Well, this thing i keep telling myself, that i have a limit.

In this case, not because i'm too busy or too tired, come on, i'm not.

In this case is because i need to give me a break. That not everything's okay. The way you treated me it's not okay, it's not supposed to, it can't be something that i can face everyday and do nothing at the end.

In this case is to make some bold movements outside my comfort zone. To disappointed other people, to not always being there when they in need, to not always feel obligated to do something i don't really wanna do.

But i only have the guts to blog about this, and not talk about it out loud.

At least, this is a first step?

Harsh.