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  Isn't it weird that the things you once craved to the core—the things you feared you would never experience in your life, the things you wanted the most—became something you never want again? Isn't it true?✨ The things you gave your soul and your energy to ended up haunting you the most, to the point where you never wanted them again. It doesn't mean you stopped craving them, but it does mean that you searched for them outside yourself until you found them within you.💓 If someone asks you whether you're happy, you might not know the correct answer. But if someone asks you whether you're at peace, the answer will definitely be yes. You found peace within yourself. You started spending your energy, efforts, and time on yourself, and you no longer wished to get it from somewhere else. And once you find that peace, comfort, and happiness within yourself, I think there is no going back.  Those beautiful moments of enjoying your own company, that mental peace where you...

Hey my cute little cupcakes,🧁 Today I came with a short story that you might like. Yesterday, when I was going through my Instagram story archives, I noticed something. Looking back at last year, August — I was very broken, going through the worst setbacks and failures of my life. I didn’t know what was happening around me, why I was going through all that, or why I deserved all that pain and constant failure. I didn’t know how I was going to overcome it, but I had hope in myself. That was the only thing I trusted — I trusted myself blindly. 🌷 I was always screaming inwardly, “Girl, no matter what happens, no matter how far life pushes you, even to the core end, you’ll still make it. It’s all going to work out no matter what happens.” I never knew how I was going to make it, but I knew I would for sure. Looking through the pictures from August 2024, I saw myself holding onto that smile beyond everything I was going through. I never lost that smile, never lost that hope, and never los...

                                                      Chapter 1 .'A Whisper Or A Call'? The evening started to dim, the snow now started to drizzle like the rain, not so thick but far enough to cover the pavement, and almost everything, there's always this thing, a particular in Prague , it transcends you straight to the Victorian era , kind of gothic yet romantic , with buildings made of patterened wood with crafted cornices, it would be inhuman to call it as merely buildings, as I could appreciate nothing, but the love for the art in the people who crafted this. And there I'm walking across the streets in the decorated cobblestones searching for the ideas for my next music, my debut wasn't a great hit but surely it did provoke me to keep pushing against the odds. I just stopped for the moment , to let myself indulge in the beauty of the city for a m...

                                                     2. Déjà Vu?  All heads turned. Everyone rushed toward the next table, craning their necks to see what was happening. Confusion rippled through the crowd. And then, my eyes caught sight of something or rather, someone right beside the table where I was sitting. A girl with blonde hair, probably of Irish descent. I’d never seen her before in my life. Yet somehow, all the noise faded into a strange kind of silence as the crowd’s eyes shifted from her… back to me.She began to sing.The piano joined her, its melody flowing in perfect sync.I stood frozen, clueless, a mic still in my hand. My eyebrows arched in curiosity, my eyes locked with hers. One of us didn’t blink, and the other didn’t look away. When the song ended, the applause erupted. But I couldn’t move. I was still standing on the edge of surp...

                     Chapter 1 .'A Whisper Or A Call'? The evening started to dim, the snow now started to drizzle like the rain, not so thick but far enough to cover the pavement, and almost everything, there's always this thing, a particular in Prague , it transcends you straight to the Victorian era , kind of gothic yet romantic , with buildings made of patterened wood with crafted cornices, it would be inhuman to call it as merely buildings, as I could appreciate nothing, but the love for the art in the people who crafted this. And there I'm walking across the streets in the decorated cobblestones searching for the ideas for my next music, my debut wasn't a great hit but surely it did provoke me to keep pushing against the odds. I just stopped for the moment , to let myself indulge in the beauty of the city for a moment.  The tall ,slender streetlights flickering through the fog ,Kids playing with the snowball hitting th...

Have you ever missed a home away from home that never existed? The home that is filled with love and peace instead of chaos and quarrels, starting the day with slow mornings and a cup of coffee in New York City, and ending it with the views of sunsets through the Brooklyn Bridge in your flat that serve as a special treat to your eyes. Those snowflakes feel happy on your skin, and the dazzling Christmas lights, grabbing a hot chocolate in your hands and those cozy dreams. Sometimes the home might be a person we never met, whom we expected to do so, who feels like a warm hug in the midst of the winter arc, in whom you find peace and happiness, forgetting those nights you've spent with nervous breakdowns and aching pain in your chest.  Someone who pours into your heart without making you yearn for it, that kind of love you always craved. Someone who feels calm to your soul instead of triggering your emotional traumas. Someone who feels like extra sugar in your coffee, that sweetness. ...