I wonder if the depth of our connection is built on something more than just the fire between us. If intimacy expands beyond the bedroom into quieter spaces of our lives. Does she truly see me? Am I her closest friend, or just the man she desires? The chemistry is undeniable but I wonder... And if that spark fades with time what remains? Do we have enough shared moments, enough laughter, enough understanding to hold us together when this passion becomes dormant? I hope what we have is more than just a burning flame I hope it’s something that can weather time, something that deepens, rather than diminishes, with age.
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The medical system is designed to keep patients paying, even when nothing changes in their treatment. Take Ventolin, for example - an asthma medication, that a patient might have been using for 30 years without any adjustments. Yet, every three to six months, they are forced to pay €20 just to have their doctor reissue the same prescription, even though the pharmacy could easily dispense it without this unnecessary step. It’s a money-making cycle that prioritizes bureaucracy and profit over patient care, charging people for the privilege of accessing the medication they depend on. To make things even worse, the system is completely uneven. If you're a public patient with a medical card or an asylum seeker, doctor visits and prescriptions are free. While that might seem fair on the surface, it actually clogs up the system even more, as people who don’t necessarily need to see a doctor take up appointments, making it harder for those who genuinely need care to be seen. Meanwhile, paying patients are stuck shelling out money for routine prescriptions, like Ventolin, that haven’t changed in decades. The whole setup feels less about patient care and more about making sure the system keeps profiting off the people.
I never wanted to change you;
I wanted you to understand me. You make you, and I make me... that’s real. Even if we didn’t always align. I want happiness for both of us. All I ever wanted was to feel like we were a team. I truly hope you find the clarity and joy you deserve. They call me names to silence me, twisting words to make me the villain. They call me "transphobic" for saying men aren’t women, a "grandma murderer" for questioning the danger of Covid, and a "Nazi" for believing illegal immigration should be stopped. They call me "anti-science" for pointing out the risks of vaccines and "misogynistic" for saying unborn babies also have rights. They accuse me of being "antisemitic" for condemning the killing of women and children, an "enemy of democracy" for wanting to stop funding Ukraine, and a "danger to the planet" for questioning climate narratives. They even call me "racist" for citing official crime statistics. But let’s be clear... I don’t care what they call me. I won’t be pressured into silence or forced to abandon what I believe to be the truth. |
I simply want to live an expressive, connected, and fulfilling life.
Like many of us, I’ve felt the quiet drift away from something deeper… a disconnection from nature, from ourselves, and from the sense of belonging that comes from true community. But I don’t see that as something lost forever. I see it as something waiting to be remembered. This space is where I share reflections, insights, and lived experiences around relationships, health, and wellbeing… not as fixed truths, but as invitations. Invitations to reconnect with what feels real, to listen more closely to ourselves, and to rediscover the rhythms that support both personal and collective health. I believe that when we begin to express ourselves more honestly and live more in tune with our inner world, something powerful happens. Our relationships deepen, our wellbeing shifts, and our connection to the wider ecosystem begins to restore itself in a natural, grounded way. This isn’t about perfection. It’s about returning… gently, curiously, and together. Archives
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