Tuesday, April 11, 2023

Just Another Day In April

It's not. This is Spring/2023, and the date is the annual of my Dad's Mother's passing. I regret not knowing her better. She led a tough life. I mean, she had three sons. Come on, with a soldier husband (who was much younger). Not going to give you a Hungarian history lesson, but you should know those were not the days of an easy-breezy love song (not that it is now, but still). They did what they could. They lived as they could. My Dad became who he was destined to be. Family played a defining role in his past - present - future. Grandmothers are the ones we hold on to. Best teachers, best friends, and best examples of how it can be done. All of it, anytime. Alone or not.

I want to live again the way my heart is telling me! Having fun is crucial! Laughing every day is the prescription you can get from me. Staying true to who I am at my core. This is what's important. I was born to stand out. I can't live by rules made up by people. I'm only going to face god in the end, so why bother? I'm a runaway kid, just trying to survive. One day at a time. I care too much, anyway. I can feel the pain of every living being. That's what I call consciousness.

Sense of humor and a dark past. All that you got to share as a starter kit when you want a conversation with me. I'm a writer. I've lived like a hundred lives so far. Same as my Dad. We were such a badass duo. I miss him more than I have ever thought. He wasn't perfect, he hurt me so many times, but he was the one who truly cared. It's because of my Dad that I became stronger than anyone should ever be. He loved me madly. My Dad told me that I'm going to lead this whole world one day. He called out my confidence, but he also built it up.

Love is a strange thing, but it's always worth a shot. I'd rather die trying than live alone in perfect solitude. It's a rare gift to feel something again. So I won't give up until I can prove myself wrong and leave all my fears behind. God knows my wild heart, and that's good for now.

your fellow writer,

Kata

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