I was thinking about that the other day and about the infamous “It’s not you, it’s me”. I started a mental list of the true meaning behind it.
I say “it’s not you, it’s me” – what I mean is… Continue reading It’s not you, it really is them
I wish [baba Mitra] was still alive so I could ask her for advice. I’d ask her if she’d ever been disappointed by the world. Was her love so strong that it did not matter what they did or did not do? She did not hold grudges, that I am sure, as I never once heard her criticize someone other than the person who’d made me cry, but how did she keep on giving love? Where did she get that love from? Was it her Faith? Was it her God that kept on replenishing the source? Did she ever feel like she’d given so much that there was nothing left for herself? Or was she perfectly selfless? Continue reading Takotsubo cardiomyopathy
I freaked out a few friends with this in the past couple of weeks, so I thought I’d share it with you too. I recently remembered something I had read two or three years ago, something that back then I kind of already knew but managed to forget. Take a deep breath and do not panic after reading the following statement – it is not bad.
The Universe will send you the same lesson over and over again until you learn. Continue reading Over and over again until you learn
Some people are so scared of being alone they won’t admit they are caught in a toxic dynamic. Others… I don’t know… but me, I would much rather be alone while waiting for the right man than pass time with one that does not suit me. Continue reading In the meantime, I remain alone and that is fine
I have seen and read enough testimonies to know that there is one thing people having to beg for money have in common: they feel invisible. People turn away, avoiding their gaze, out of shame for not giving money, or out of disgust. Continue reading The Beaming Truth
A story about my caring mailman. Continue reading Love comes back to you
You know I’d rather trust my instincts. You know I look for goodness in people. You know that I do that with life.
You all know that and still I sometimes forget.
Continue reading La Vi got inked
I was too sensitive, too chatty, too touchy, too serious, too complicated… I was too much to others because I was too little to myself. Continue reading La Vi is not too much
I was tired from the night bus trip from Sydney, heartbroken, lonely and scared. I sat next to a group of strangers on the hostel’s terrace and before I knew it, I was sobbing, telling my tale to a compassionate girl from the UK. Continue reading La Vi is grateful
I stepped into the coffee shop in a kind of daze. As I somehow managed to take my jacket off, my friend looked at me inquiringly.
– I just said ‘I love you’ for the first time. Continue reading La Vi says I love you
