So much behind each person...

He is his own bodyguard. Fiercer, stronger, he is not afraid to pick a fight because he can actually run away before things get worse. He feels safe for the first time because, despite the fact that there has never been somebody to defend him, he's got himself now.
This stubborn and sometimes aggressive guy, who looks fearless and seems to be the typical person who does not give a shit, has turned out to be taking care of the kid he was not that long before. He is simply compensating the fear of his childhood, finding ways to never let his past happen again.
He still has to get over it, let the pain go, but the brave, funny, smart, sarcastic, witty and surprising person he has become feels just beautiful and perfect to me.

Caterpillar, cocoon or butterfly?

"A man, if you would call him that, who God himself has turned his back upon!"

The Butterfly Circus

First of all, I want to make clear that I am agnostic. Despite this fact, that sentece caught my attention and left me overwhemed for almost a day.

I think we all have been on Will's spot at least once in our lives. I have experienced the anguish of wondering if I liked the person I was, and doubting the answer being "yes". Furthermore, a voice in my head sometimes just woke up to say "Who the hell are you?", and no one would respond because nobody knew. I found myself on situations where frustration was everything I could feel because I couldn't accept that I had limits. I wanted to be perfect and suffered whenever something proved I was not even close to the name of my blog.

I started to be happy as soon as I stopped. Instead of focusing my ambition on impossible goals, I went through four years of self-consciousness to discover the person I was living with everyday and the limits that person had, and when I was able to make that person me, I smiled honestly for the first time. I did not have to try to be perfect anymore because I already was it, with defects and all.

Imperfectly perfect.

That was the step between the caterpillar and the butterfly, I think. The cocoon were those four tough years, and today I'm a butterfly amongst hundreds of caterpillars unaware of their natures. That's why they see me as a praying mantis. They can't understand me because they haven't got to where I am yet.

Nowadays, I will just stick to three words full of feelings that I had the pleasure to hear during the video: "You are magnificent."

If everyone really knew this is true to almost all of us...