Some of us or maybe even most of us have our future planned for us. Some are still planning theirs. There are times we wonder how we have grown to become the person we never thought we would be just a few years ago.

Sometimes I see butterflies,. I wonder from where they came. What have they been through,. And why are they here? Such a trivial pursuit, I know! Yet my mind always wonders. Who are the strangers on the street,. And what stories could they tell me? If I were to sit at their table,. What lessons could I learn? Could I learn about passions they have. Or would I learn of pain? Would they want to talk to me,. Or would I be ignored? I want to hear the stories they have,.

A place for me to share my poetry, short stories, and writings about life. 1 I am going to face it. 2 This pain is necessary for growth. The pieces of her life in compartments. Her children, once her reason for existing,. Her career, her fuel, her distraction, her success.

The typical journey of a Love Addiction episode. The last couple days were rough. I was starting to obsess more and more which in turn made me irritable and frustrated. No matter what I tried, I was still struggling to stop the obsessive thoughts. To make it worse, I also felt the familiar guilt from not being present with my family. If there is even a remote possibility that I c.

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