After yesterday’s post, I felt like talking about what I feel when it comes to being alone most of the time. It’s not an easy matter to address because it makes me vulnerable, but as the years go by, and I’m already living abroad for the second time, I have to tell you that it’s always tough. Of course, I’m here willingly and no one is forcing me but, I like to believe that I’m doing the right thing, effort and trying to fight for something other than my comfort zone. Being back home is always easy and sheltered, going out here makes you try out different cultures, opinions and learn a lot about yourself. All the time you spend alone makes you wonder about those things and wether they are going to be worth it in the end. Some days, you only see things in a darker perspective, I’ve learned to embrace the days when I don’t and when I feel like I want to go at it. The way you face the bad ones, that’s going to build character, you’re going to learn that you can’t do everything on your own but you ought to try, that some things are your fault and others can not be fixed. I’m not afraid of being alone but rather feel lonely.