Realism

My love for food

Me and food. It’s a dangerous combination. I eat a lot, just because I like to. Some people think it’s strange that I eat that much food. But most of them just accept it. I don’t know what it is about food that I like so much. It might be just the taste only, but I think it’s because I just enjoy eating. Whenever I’m bored, I’ll be eating. Most of my friends just say immediately “there is the food, pick what you want”. Sometimes it’s a little bit awkward that everybody thinks I’m always eating, because I don’t ALWAYS eat. But it’s true, I like eating and I’m proud of it. I’m not that kind of girl, who watches what she eats because she wants to be skinny. I like my body, even when I’ll be gaining a lot of weight. 

What's wrong with us?

Why do people do things they actually don’t want to do? Why do people expect so much from others? But most of all what’s wrong with us? Why can’t we be who we want to be? It went wrong a long time ago.

This society sucks. It’s not our fault. We can’t do much about it. But we do get punished for it. So what to do about that? We just have to be ourselves. We shouldn’t care about what others say or what they think. We should live the life we want to live. We should speak up. We should stand in for ourselves. We have to take control by ourselves. We shouldn’t be the puppets of the world. So whenever you want to: speak for yourself. Always think for yourself and never believe something without questioning it first. Life is too short to be a robot. So don’t be one. 

Like a flower

Love is a naughty creature. It gives you so much different feelings. It can destroy you or it can fix you. It’s just something so powerful people are afraid of it. Love is weird and most of the time we don’t understand love.  It makes us insecure. We don’t get it. But we should be happy with love. We shouldn’t be waiting forever. And we won’t, but you just need to give it time, time to grow. Like a flower. You give it some water, you give it some light and before you know there is a beautiful flower. That’s what love is. Love can’t be forced, but it can grow. 

What's behind the mask

Life isn’t easy but life goes on. What has happened in the past stays in the past. You forget about it, you forgive it. The future is what’s holding us together. The possibility to change what went wrong. So we shouldn’t look back, not in the wrong way. Everything that has happened, has led to where we are now.  The past created us the way we are at this moment. And the future will make us what we want to become. No one can bring us down in any way, because we all know one thing for sure: we will follow our dreams and become who we want to be. We are fighters, fighting for the only person we should be. We should be ourselves. 

Birds

Birds

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

I want to fly away, but also I want to stay. To stay with my friends, stay for the things I have. I don’t want to give up. I want to show who I am and what I am becoming. I want others to be proud of me. I want to be proud of myself, but flying away sounds so lovely. Just leaving everything and starting all over. Starting clean, without the past following; without old things that bring you down. For now I’ll stay, but slowly I am moving away, away to where my dreams send me to.  

Adult?

Adult?

I became 17 this week. 17. Such a strange number. It’s like a short stop between 2 big things. There isn’t changing anything. Although, it feels weird to say: “I am 17.” I have lived already 17 years of my life. It feels so long but also so short. Well I’m just going to enjoy every next year and celebrate. Acting like an adult during the day, being a teenager during the night.