Monday, 21 September 2015

Respect is all you get

The weekend is gone. Another good weekend from some perspectives, not so good from others. It is always like this. I do not know what I want actually. I like to travel, i like to drive, i just want to take my car and run away from everything and everyone. I just want to reach a place where i can find myself. And recently i ve seen that i m able to find myself in company as well. What is interesting is that this is only with a certain someone, who is not always near me or available to develop this in me.
This person has no idea what kind of influence gets to me. I am dreaming sometimes. With my eyes both opened and closed, I manage somehow to dream and to believe whatever i want. And i think now is the case. I am seeing again certain things that do not exist. I need to stop doing that.
Is just respect what you get!
And is respect such a small thing? Not at all, is something that makes relationships last longer, however is not the thing everyone is running after.
The thing people are longing for ages is love. What is love? Why we prefer love over respect? Well i have no answer to that so far, as I ve been always the other person who preferred respect. But now?
now it seems like is not enough, and i m slowly becoming one of those people that are dreaming with the eyes opened. And they are not dreaming specific, but just dreaming about love.
i m not sure i want that. part of me would like to feel vulnerable and enjoy this kind of exercise, but somehow it feels like it is a weakness to be like that, and i need to continue to be strong and untouchable.
This is not always in my favour.
How things should be ? Very simple, there , then and now.
I am dreaming about things and periods of my life. I m afraid my life is getting shorter and shorter as time goes by. Actually this is ageing? ;) Sometimes back, i said i would like to age, now it seems like is not the case anymore.
Ideally i should have engaged in living my life in my 25th year or something, but unlike other ladies my age i was busy with surviving and making a life. And i am not sorry.

i love this song, as it comes from a very special person


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