BloGreatly

After many years of living in the United States, I’ve noticed something I wish weren’t true: many people don’t really like immigrants—even the ones doing absolutely nothing wrong. I believe this unease comes from a lack of trust, and I want to share why, based on my lived experience.

The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance. But sometimes—who knows why—little hooks grab me and hold on. I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared?

We are all deceived by our expectations. In the endless stream of thoughts about how perfectly the world should align with what we expect, we miss the moment of life itself. By asking, “To accept or not to accept—that is the question,” we distance ourselves from life by miles.

First and foremost, start by monitoring your thinking. A simple but powerful technique is this: “Watch Your Words!” Begin with the words you speak, because spoken words are easier to notice and control than the thoughts in your head.

One day, after parting, still feeling the gentle residue of a fading love, we hold on to those magical fragments — a certain light in their eyes, the echo of a laugh, the warmth of a memory — like the last rays of September sun brushing the windowsill.

You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Occasionally it’s cold. At times, it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like it’s forever. But time passes, and you’re on the road again. Sometimes you settle in the mud at the bottom, just to find a place to rest. But if the fire still burns, then nothing else is needed—only to find a flame that would warm your heart. A flame you would want to protect.

You must keep yourself in check, over and over again. You must fight and not give up. I know this is hard. You have to hold on. You cannot relax or accept pain as something permanent. You must remove it, erase it from your inner landscape

Whenever you do something good, your heart naturally rejoices — it feels alive because someone feels better, because your help made a difference. And somewhere deep inside, a little voice quietly ticks off a box, whispering, “Well done. Keep doing good. You’re kind, you’re better than most, you’re great.”

Sometimes, I wonder if those who avoid unhappy love through calculation are somehow missing the point—just like those who fall in love with their eyes wide open, running a risk assessment before giving their heart. Over time, I’ve become one of them. I don’t fall in love if I have time to assess whether the other person will love me back.