Red String

There is an ancient tale, whispered through time, of a red string tied by the hands of fate. They say an old woman, a keeper of destiny, loops it around your pinkie, its invisible thread stretching across miles, across years, across lifetimes—until, at the very end, stands the one you were always meant to find.

I wonder… who waits at the other end of mine?

Are they searching for me too?

Will they bring me joy, or will our tangled thread fray with sorrow?

Or worse—what if I have already met them, but fear kept me from grasping their hand? What if, in my hesitation, I let them slip away, and now, no matter how far I follow this thread, I will never reach them again?

Kind of Person

I’m the kind of person who likes to make the best out of the smallest things. From words to paragraphs, from a dot to a whole picture. I just love to find the meaning of everything, but it drives me crazy when I can’t figure the way out of being heartbroken. I see people easily move on from breakups, illusions, and one-sided love. I can’t do that; once I like someone, once I’m hurt by someone, I get stuck on it. Like running in circles or like a hamster on a running wheel. I keep crying over spilled milk… I need to learn how to move on… I need to stop focusing on little things and be a different kind of person.

Welcome

This is my personal sanctuary, a haven where my thoughts flow freely, untamed, and unrestrained. It's a space where my heart lays bare, as open and inviting as a well-loved book, filled with stories waiting to be told. Welcome to my public diary, a glimpse into my journey!

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“The grass is greener where you water it” – Neil Barringham