Heart of an Addict

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Last night,
before I closed my eyes
to sleep

 
my heart said, “I can’t wait
to love myself to another day.”

 
Today,
I woke up and felt my heart
was breaking.

 
“What happened?” I asked it gently.

 
“The same thing that always happens,” it replied.
“You teach me how to love myself by destroying myself
and now I’m breaking.”

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Pursuit of Healing

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Follow your dreams. It’s okay to walk. It’s okay to crawl. Heck, it’s okay to rest and recharge when you’re tired and continue on your journey the next day. It’s okay not to chase, and it’s okay to travel on your own pace. What matters is that you fall in love with your journey. What matters is that you never give up on following your stars.

Replenish

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When I’m tired, anxious and mentally exhausted I turn to silence, night air, poetry, and the stars. Some simple, sad things to remind me that at the end of the day, what really matters is the peace I hold within myself to be well rested for the next morning.

Watching My Father Grow Up

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Fatherhood is not synonymous with workaholism, it’s simply having enough money to send your kids to school, going to the movies every weekend and keeping the refrigerator full enough to have three meals a day. Fatherhood is not a right to force your children to believe in a religion you want them to follow as they mature, it’s simply teaching your children to be respectful, honest and kind. Fatherhood is not a privilege to punish your sons for not being masculine enough, it’s simply accepting that some boys have a strong feminine side that makes them write poetry, cry over sunsets and one day turn into men with softness in their hearts. These are the things my dear father had to learn for so many years, and I can somehow see that it has slowly turned his heart into a garden—gently reminding me sometimes that he has changed.