I am Made of magic motherfuckerS!

I always knew I wasn’t made to be ordinary. And the ordinary life has never been for me. 

I don’t want a calm life. I want one where I own the time. 

Never worked for money so never cared enough about it , because in my idea money had to work for me. 

I always wanted to take everything from this life, as much as possible , all at once even. 

I wanted to travel to Afghanistan, India , Syria , Lebanon, Africa , Philippines and less to the States or Germany or Belgium….

I have always been intrigued by the unknown , I have never been afraid of it.
I am never afraid of exploring the streets of Bangkok alone at 2 am, or meeting new people and drinking with them the night away in Barcelona.

I had this energy within me that always made me wanting more, because I strongly believed I deserved it.
I started learning 3 different languages all at the same time because my brain could handle it. And I have always been a pushover when it comes to knowledge.

And I have always felt a strong connection with human race. No genders. No epithets. No race. I always have felt the human within anyone else.
I have cried while reading books, and I have laughed out loud while watching a movie.

I stood up and dance alone in my house with some old songs while singing them with the full strength of my voice.

I always have an opinion about everything. 

I always have a gut feeling, which most of the times is right, but what I have made sure of, is that I will always follow it. 

I am strictly harsh to myself because I know I am magic.
I have heard people telling me “ you’re a machine” , “ you are fire” , “you’re dangerous”. And I have loved it.

Because I am.
I am this version of a hurricane and a sunshine and everything in between because I never stop.

I can’t be put in any box that anyone wants me to be put.

My spirit grows outside of any closed area.

I am a weak soul anyway. So I learnt to forgive myself.

I am incapable of forgetting any person who has ever touched my life but I have so graciously learnt to let anyone go.

I will always remember people who I cared about in the smallest details : the hand liquid soap that someone used at their place,
The dress that it looks like its made for exact that person, 
A new word that someone taught me, 
A new perspective of life that they gave me.
I am never mad of people going, because I have taken the best from them. 

I’ve always believed that the best asset of any person is their mind but the most important thing is their energy.
I am not always loved , or at least loved how I wish I was, or even worse I have the bad habit of not believing that I am loved.

I miss the old times, but I am always looking forward to the one that are coming. I am excited about almost everything.
About making the groceries in a Sunday, about dressing up for a dinner, about cooking with the music in the background.
I am excited about every new coffeeshop in town that I drive to as soon as I hear about it.
I am so much excited for flights and I feel best when a plane takes off.

And I am curios about everything and everyone. 

I wanna know places, I wanna see them, memorise them so I can relive them anytime I want.

Same with people, I am ready to go the extra mile just to hear them. To understand them. To know them.
I wanna live them. 

I also read twice or there times same book, rewatch the same TV shows, replay the same songs because I like how these stuff make me feel.

I am not religious but I strongly believe that there is a God out there.
That I am a child of God. 
To be honest, most of the times I believe I am one of God’s favourite.
Because when life is going down the hill, I look at myself and I know that there is always a way out. And there always is!

I have been told that I am too much of too many things.

I have been told also “too much drama” , “too emotional”, “too immature” , “too talktative” , “too loud”- and it’s true. 
I am also these stuff. 
I am everything people tell you I am. 

But I also am learning still .

Not how to be a calmer version of myself, but how to be a better one. 
How to be a happier one.
How to be extraordinary….

And if all of those things are “too much” , you will always have to remember :

I am not made for ordinary things.
I am not afraid to eat alone.
And I will never apologise for whatever I bring in the table.

Take it or leave, 

This is who I am now!

©️Fiori_D

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