Another week decoding codes that don’t just jump out at you—yeah, fine print baby 😼
This week, a friend of mine told me he loved my lines about temptation. I hit him back with,“Denying your impulses is denying everything that makes you human.”
Embracing the shadow, the raw, the pulse beneath that “proper” surface. It’s not about justifying every urge and using it as an excuse to flirt with modern temptations, haha—nope.
It’s about admitting that fully repressing them disconnects you from what’s real, what’s alive.
And no, this isn’t a Jungian psycho 🤓 HAHA
Sometimes, we even deny who we are, brushing off those skin-burning déjà vus as memory glitches, playing our own executioners. But maybe they’re just signs of our humanity screaming, “Stop denying who you are!”
I used to say:
‘If temptation’s staring you down, surrender to it.’
Then I grew up a bit and said:
‘If it’s in your face, run.’
Now? I say:
‘If you’re face-to-face with temptation… lock eyes, size it up, and decide if the slip is worth the fall.’ 😏
Dear readers, there’s a huge difference between walking the path and knowing the path.
Folks, walking it means leaving your skin on the road, but knowing it?
That’s analyzing it, understanding it—like playing the game of life with strategy 😏
These lines are crystal clear to me now—I’m not that little girl who just accepted things as they were. Real maturity isn’t about getting tough—it’s about stopping the self-betrayal.
As you know, I only deal raw truths, like the poker dealer of life, haha.
Gossip sesh
This is wild, but I’m learning French because I overheard a friend of mine arguing with his French girlfriend, and let me tell you, it wasn’t the volume—it was the edge.
Every word sliced with precision, like a silk-gloved slap.
Folks, it wasn’t just the language; it was the energy dressed up as something grotesque.
Here’s the tea:
I feel embarrassed when someone genuinely thinks they’re choosing—Choice is an illusion spun by those with power and those without.
Everything’s cause and effect.
Free will?
Doesn’t exist haha
The decision you make?
You’ve already made it. If you chase it, it’s because you want to know why—you’re just following a thread that’s been pulling you since before you thought you decided, towards a reason that’s already yours.
It’s like a fraying seam, a loose thread the universe left for you to tug, letting curiosity drag you to the end.
The why lives inside us.
We think we can control it, but truth is, we’ve got zero domination.
Freedom?
Darlings, isn’t as free as we like to pretend—it’s just destiny we dress up as intention.
Causality is the why, and that’s what separates those who master from those who don’t.
It’s not about controlling things—it’s about understanding the cause.
Someone who knows their why—their root, their origin—can at least watch the game, even if they can’t fully change it.
Personally, what some call coincidence, I call cost. 😏
It was not luck, it was not magic. It was a price. A consequence. A consequence disguised as chance.
My friend’s outburst?
It’s going to cost him and her. Every “coincidence” gets paid for, sooner or later—Oh yeah, I love that cliché that burns the gaze. Fate doesn’t get romanticized, baby. 😉
Why am I telling you this?
Because I’ve seen it, lived it.
When I see someone in love, I know it’s not the wild fire that drives me—it’s the vault of madness they’re locked in (promises, fear, attachment, you name it) haha
Yup, I’m used to that look. My friends hear me drop lines like these and think I’m fire—dangerous fire, cold fire, blue fire 🤣
Choosing to love isn’t a choice.
Never has been, at least not from my pappa’s perspective. He always said love—or choice, same thing to him—is like variables in an equation. One variable gets solved, then balanced.
Like love is some emotional physics problem begging for equilibrium haha
From where I stand, nobody sees beyond a choice.
I once read “Temet Nosce” while studying history—Latin, carved into Apollo’s temple at Delphi.
It’s my biggest inspo for writing to you all.
As a kid, I was told to chase “balance,” that everything evens out. But my critical mind figured out that’s not always true. Sometimes there’s no scale—just chaos. And that chaos doesn’t have an instant answer
After all, every time that you “sin”, the devil kisses you… after a while, you end up scared of him
Don’t be shy! Haha 😏
There’s no balance between good and bad.
Tipping the scales just lets you wonder why it happened. If you don’t find the answer, maybe this life isn’t your shot to get it.
Either way, balancing an equation needs a positive and a negative to reset—to zero.
Yup, friends, that “balance” born from imbalance?
That’s karma— and sexys, karma’s the slickest gangster—it hits when you least expect it.
But what makes our fictions real?
Emotions.
Friends, that’s why I keep saying: master your emotions!
For love, we’ll do things that weren’t even on our radar.
They know it. Do you?
Emotions are easier to control than facts.
We live scared of losing what we have while craving what we want—that’s the instinct ruling our race: desire and fear, baby. 🫦😣
If the devil read this, he’d smirk, knowing I cracked his secret.
Hello, White Rabbit! You feel me now? 😈
Bye now! 💋
