Ludostories

My life journey, travels, ideas, questions. Hoping to give some comfort and reassurance. I’m Italian, leaving around the world, so I will write in different languages :)

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“How someone treats you, is more important than how much you like them”.

One day I woke up and I realised this, we like someone and often let them tread us in the wrong way, why? It’s ok the like some but it’s also ok to be treated the right way. We all deserve it, guys we all dooooo!!!

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People we love first, maybe even before we fully know what it means to be loved, they will stay with us from that day forward. And even if you try not to, you measure every person who comes after them against them. I think this is one of the best thing I’ve ever thought. It happens to me so often to think that I’ll never meet the right person, maybe because I’ve already met it or maybe just because I compare every person I meet with the one I met before. Does it happen to you too?

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Every happy ending has a rough beginning, and every rough begging always has a lesson learned.

Don’t you think? Sometimes beginnings are hard, it doesn’t matter what, they just are. Why? Because we do not know what to aspect, what will happen and mostly if we are ready. Well people, we will not be ready until we try. You might learn something :) so TRY.

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Your new life, is going to cost you your old life. Are you ready to make that trade?

Changing your life can be scary, it really can be, I was so scared that I actually cried to whole time but than I realised, I also cried before, for the last year I spent most of my days crying. I was unhappy, I wasn’t able to be me, I wasn’t able to love my body, my thought I felt trapped, so still crying a bought a ticket to Mexico, packed a little bag and went to the airport.

Now it’s your turn, are you willing to leave all behind and be free? Be you?

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“The more you practice using people, the more you lose yourself”

Each time we use someone we lose a little part of ourself. It doesn’t matter how or for how many times at the end we realise something is missing. I realised it too late, I feel empty, I feel like I do not have anything more to give. Can it be true? I guess it can be or maybe just for now. But maybe I do have the straight to build myself again… Do you think it’s possible?