All my childhood I heard that “a real person is one who keeps his word.” 💬 This phrase stuck to me like a sticker on a suitcase (which, fortunately, we don’t have today). 🛄 And I lived with it inside for a long time.
I was afraid of being “not firm enough.” 💪 If I said that I hate hot spices — it means it will always be so. If I swore that I would never forgive someone — it means that it’s reinforced concrete. 🔨

The first cracks appeared when I once bought hot sauce and ate a spoonful, with my nose in a movie. 🎬 I suddenly realized that I liked this taste, even though I “swore” that it wasn’t mine.
And I also remembered how I said that I would never forgive one friend for her stupid betrayal. 💔 We both grew up, moved, changed phones and even cities. But one day I saw her text message: “Do you still remember me?” — ​​and I not only forgave, but felt that I had missed her all this time. 📱

Now I’m 28, and I have no vows that I can’t break. ✨ But I have the freedom to be alive. 🌿 I can be brave today and cautious tomorrow. I can love a person, and in a year I realize that I love myself more.
And yes, someone calls it “inconstancy.” 🤷‍♀️ Let them call it. I call it honesty.

If someone were to enter my head, they would see a bunch of stickers: “This can be changed.” 🔄 “You don’t have to be like this forever.” ☁️ “You’re different today, and that’s okay.” 🌈
The worst thing is not to admit to others that you’ve changed your mind. 😶 The worst thing is to lie to yourself.

Have you allowed yourself to cancel your old “never” for a long time?