My dear followers, this April 2024 month posts are dedicated to two topics:
First, the aRt of Beautiful Words composed as Poetry as 'April is National Poetry Month '...📃🖋
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Secondly, avoidant attachment style, a topic that is very dear to my heart personally and I hope that it can help and possibly contribute something to healing...❤️🩹❤️
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I'll paint the page with words; I'll read it and read it. I'll get lost in the thoughts. I'll dance on the letters. I'll breathe in their hues. But after I've read and read, and wrote and wrote, I look down at the page before me and see that it's only black lines on white paper; yet I keep getting lost in its world.
I sometimes wonder who's the real me. Like what defines me? Who am I? What am I made of? What behaviours and habits and little things make me?
And then I remember I am made up of all the people I have met or encountered in my life.
Like my habit of playing a certain song every morning is my sister's. The way I drink my coffee- very strong with little sugar is the same as a person who I don't think remembers me anymore. The songs I like, the books I read were all my friends likes. The way I scrunch my nose is something I read in a book.
This made me realise that I am not ONLY me. There are somethings in me that are purely me. But most of me is made up of little things if everyone else.
And the same way, imagine how many people adopted your mannerisms unconsciously. How many people carry you through their lives in little things like these?