|13.10.2024|

2016, it was butterflies in the stomach to love someone. I reckon, I was so insecure to seek attention. I was constantly worried that I was not good enough to be loved, to be treated right. These days, I heard thousands of stories about women. It made me wonder whether we – all decent people market right ourselves to the public? Or we built our own wall and live in such a small cage with ourselves for such a long time.

These days, I don’t try to run. These days, I don’t worry to be treated wrong, but how to live right with my own standards. These days, I learnt to grow by learning to accept all the injuries that both once happened to me and may come in the future. These days, I keep calm, watching all these happiness but yet sorrows passing by in my heart. These days, I accept all good and bad consequences may come with every actions that I had made.

These days, I reckon I have no butterflies in my own stomach, just me and the belief on my own.