One day, during French class, we played Chinese Portrait (you know, the game where you say “If I was a …, I would be a …”). As the intention was to learn vocabulary, we were doing it with all kinds of things. If I was a flower, if I was a color, if I was an actress / actor, if I was a movie…
Then came the question: If I was an animal, I would be…
I dreamed about the adventures I would live, the people I would meet. I still do. Dreaming is second nature to me, a feature that some people think is naïve, others childish, but that I consider as one of my most important assets. For all my dreaming, though, something that never crossed my imaginative mind, never once in my 26 years of life, was living in Asia.
I’m sorry. It’s the first thing I feel like saying, because I truly am. It’s the first time I ever stayed this long without posting – a whole month (and a few days). I could give you a hundred excuses, but they would be just that; excuses. I’m not entirely sure why I didn’t post
One year ago, on the first of July, 2015, I tried to deal with my raced heart as I pressed the button. It was silly, and I knew it, but I was actually nervous. I was making A Thousand Epiphanies go public.
For the last few days (ok, let’s be honest here – for the past few months), I’ve been trying to define in one word what my 24 were about. It took a lot of internal debate, long night conversations with my inner selves and some retrospective reflections, but I think I came up with the ideal one: Honesty.
I wrote this text about three months ago. I kept hesitating to publish it, though, because, as you will see, it is a very personal matter – well, it was not just that. What really stopped me from making this text public is the fact that what I admit in these lines shamed me.
I recently ended a relationship – ok, he was the one who ended it, but who cares? – and it got me thinking about the truthfulness of our feelings. I was so sure that I was in love with him. Not all the way (it was too short for me to fall all the way),
There’s nothing in this world that is more underestimated – or overestimated – than time. You either think you don’t have enough of it, or you figure you have too much of it. And the truth is always what you least expect. A few years ago, we had a loss in the family. It was
One year. One freaking year. My gosh. I’ve been in Belgium for one year – today is the anniversary of my arrival here. I remember the day before, when I was in Brazil, putting the last things in my suitcases, thinking that I was really grown-up because I hadn’t shared a single tear. Then I
The 8th of March is important to me in a very special way. It has nothing to do with the International Woman’s Day – although, now that I look at it, it kind of has. It was on an 8th of March that I started university. It was on an 8th of March that I