This week someone asked me what I love to do... I remained silent, I had 1 minute of awkwardness inside my heart and mind.. Thinking what I really love to do... I randomly said that I love to eat. What a stupid answer... The person asked me again, what do you love to do... I said to travel... Just to say something.
That was so embarassing. I didn't know myself. That's the hardest thing. Not knowing what you really love and actually who you are... But I meditated on that... Now I know what to answer... If somebody will ever ask me again what do I love to do, I will proudly say... I love to write.
I've never admitted to myself.. I just discovered that I'd love and desire to write a book one day...
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