Little whisper in your heart| Barcelona

 There is a treasure hidden in traveling alone... spending time with yourself ... in cutting yourself off from the constant influence of others .... everything and everyone around us is constantly speaking messages into our lives. Messages of hope or despair. Truth or lies. The worst of all are white lies and half-truths. They somehow trick you into letting those words pass by your guard and grow into confusion. It is especially hard to spot them if the person is actually believing what they saying.  These last few days reminded me that silence is giving your heart space to breath and all of a sudden it spits out all the unspoken stops and too-muchs. No matter how confusing things get: In my heart, I can feel it. In my heart of hearts, I KNOW when something is off. And this is the place where I start trusting my heart, the little whisper in my heart more than I trust the people around me. this is where I can identify ignorance as wrong .I can see right through your masks where I begin facing my own.  I need to believe myself more than I believe you, there is no love in losing yourself.