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The road to myself

¬†When I was a child, my parents used to repeatedly tell me that I was “one in a million”. At the time, I hated it. It was a constant reminder that I was not like my friends, not better or worse, simply different. I would spend my Saturday evenings learning ballroom dancing with my grandfather; my free time, reading Victor Hugo’s masterpieces or figuring out ways to make the world a better place. Growing up, I realised that having trouble fitting in was, in fact, not a curse. Being an outsider gave me the space necessary to observe the world around me, as I was attempting to understand its people, struggling to decide which part I wanted to play, who I wanted to be. Finding myself has been an intricate task. I have travelled North to South, East to West to figure out who I am. Along the way, I have developed a curiosity for different cultures, and have learnt to accept my own, through an internalised approach of tolerance, respect and compassion. I have …

Falling in and out of love

I am a real romantic. I have always dreamed that I would meet the man of my life in a park, or at a bookstore. Maybe even at a bakery. I fell in love once. And I fell hard. It was romantic, it was love at first sight. Like in many of my favourite movies. But with great love come great expectations, great disappointments. “It’s not you, it’s me”. In that case, it was true. Yet so wrong at the same time. I fought hard. I was strong. I was there. Every day, every night, every second. I gave everything I could possibly give. Love, time, money. All of me was in that relationship. I did not think it was possible to forget myself. To lose myself. But I did. I lost my confidence, my pride, my self-esteem. My soul. At the time, it seemed worth it. In some ways, I still think it was. I realised that loving someone that much was the most altruistic gift I could offer. Yet the most destructive for …