I have always been a lucky person, or at least that’s how I like to see things, although if someone would look into my past or present they would say I am very unfortunate, but have always managed somehow to struggle and get myself out of trouble.
This also goes for the opportunities that have reached my hand over the years and I have either managed to choose the wrong one, or most of the times by mistake, I took in my hands the good one and after doing that, of course all hell broke loose on other aspects of my life. Because of all these facts, I have become over the years, very suspicious of every good thing that is promised, given or awarded to me. It doesn’t matter how hard I have worked to achieve that outcome, I simply cannot accept that anything good can happen without another horrible one on its way to my doorsteps. Lately, I have come across all these amazing opportunities for me. I have taken them all on and after some struggles, I’ve managed to put everything on the right path. But, of course there’s a trick to it and this year has showed me that in all its splendor.
The one thing I have never been able to sacrifice in my life was love. I would fight for the love I believe in even if this means for me to be left with nothing, even if it means I should stop existing for a while; I am a love freak. Ever since my daughter has been born this love addiction I have, has spread even more and its tentacles grab my body, my mind, my soul. Opportunities don’t exist if that means sacrificing this small little thing and the more I think about it the more I understand… I am not damaged, but I am the product of my past projected onto the faces of my loved ones.
