The story is… I dedcided to stay.

I’ve known myself as a dopamine chaser. But not anymore. At least not this time.
I’ve talked a lot about how I would like my love to be – unconditional. I’ve complained about how people expect so much from their partners and then call it “love”. Not to say they’re wrong. But to say that I would like my own definition of love.
Yesterday we almost lost it all. And so today. Surprisingly I felt this strength rise within.
“No, I’m not weak!”
“I want to prove myself wrong.”
“Good thing doesn’t come easy.”
As long as I know I’m not doing this alone, I will keep trying. I will work on myself so I can be happy on my own until that extra pop of colors and flavors shows up neat. Otherwise everything’d be still good.
Even until now, I believe my life is far from being bad. I’m blessed with things that are happening in my life. Everything brings me back to love, life lessons and the journey of finding inner peace.
It’s the slow, compassionate living becoming the theme of my upcoming journey (or at least it’s what I’m longing for).