People tell me I excel in Public Relations, what I suck at are private affairs.

I am wondering what is worse in life. To like someone who doesn’t like you back? Or to not like someone and give the impression that you do?

While not all passions are meant to live, their substance is meant to outlive.

There is truly no other place bearing so much love as airports.

While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn’t it lovely to say, “He/She suffers of Poetry?”.

My life is not glamorous. I have no intention for it to be. I've seen enough real life TV series about the emotional price of "high end" shoes, the carving disappointment of documenting every cash withdrawal on lunch, dinner and beautified / colorized apparel, about the political correctness underwired in social media protesting instead of voting. Something about me feels more sympathy towards the guy who went for canned beer and cigarettes in the backyard at 2 pm rather than your 5 cents.

Our world needs more white flags – in relationships, friendships, political agendas and education – because we are now endorsed with countless capacities to spot red flags but too often we forget about reconciliation.

I cried a bit in the metro tonight as I said goodbye to my parents because I am 30 and still a child and still hopelessly looking for love in all the wrong places.