Because I fuckin’ love myself, I do.
So here: This is who I dare to be now
I take nothing else than myself
Perfection is unattainable and dull when is not being pointless
I’m not someone else’s perception
An idea of a woman...
I’m not a sign or a symbol
Before I’m woman, I’m person: With personal feelings and desires.
This year I promise to myself to keep reaching to my goals and aim for success through actual tangible experiences. To get busy and invest more time living my life than contemplating others.
I promise to smile, to cry and to wonder.
I promise to try to understand that I’m entitled to happiness and to achieve such is my own responsibility.
This year I wish for a world capable to stop fucking up the natural resources and the rest of the beings around us with selfish acts of human nature.
I wish for a world strong enough to remember that the earth does not orbit around our demands and that at least we are certain of something: WE WERE BORN TO BELONG. To be part of an entity equipped with similar tools and capacities; We came to this world to be part of a community and to communicate through diverse languages; We are here to be a part of something that works in synergy towards an ideal that is far greater than us.
And more fucking importantly; This year, I promise to myself to pray my way for resilience and gratitude, so I can navigate better through the bad, the mad, the nasty and through all the bullshit.