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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...