Peace begins the moment you decide what you will no longer accept.
When you know what you don’t want, the fog clears. The noise fades. You stop tolerating half-hearted love, inconsistent words, hot-and-cold games, avoidance dressed up as “mystery,” or manipulation packaged as care. You no longer bend to confusion. You respect yourself, your time, and your spirit too much for that.
Because if I can offer honesty, loyalty, and effort — I will not waste myself on anyone who cannot.
Black and White in Love
In love, gray areas are often just illusions. There is the man who could be your partner in life — and there is everyone else, who is simply a distraction.
If someone cannot treat you with respect, cannot take responsibility, cannot look you in the eyes and say “I’m sorry” when it matters — that is not love, that is a warning. And deep down, you knew it from the start. We often cling to potential, but potential without action is just a mirage. People can carry their potential to the grave, and it will never have touched reality.
A beautiful life cannot be built on breadcrumbs. You will always have exactly what you are willing to accept.
So I choose clarity. If something is uncertain, it is not for me. And I refuse to desire what does not desire me.
The Sacred Act of Being Chosen
Chasing a man is the greatest betrayal of your feminine heart. To pursue someone who ghosts you, withholds from you, or makes you question your worth — is to forget who you are.
Healing begins the day you realize: you do not chase, you attract. You are not afraid of being chosen, and you are not afraid of not being chosen either. Because you trust that what is meant for you will come. And what passes you by was never yours to begin with.
This is the quiet power of feminine energy: to stand still, to open, to receive, to know your value so deeply that you never have to prove it.
Do we really want a world where men wait for women to pursue them? Honestly, how much propaganda did it take to flip the natural order like that? If you want to be chased, at least join a marathon — not a relationship.
The Passenger Princess Awakens
I remember being with a narcissist, an alcoholic who abused me. Every road trip was the same: at the first stop, he’d run into a gas station, buy vodka, drink it fast, then slump back into the car saying, “You drive, I can’t.” And like a complete idiot — I did. I carried his chaos, while he drowned himself. I gave up the seat I was born for — the passenger seat, the soft seat, the princess seat.
It got so bad that once, when we finally pulled up to our destination, I opened the passenger door and — no joke — he literally fell out of the car and hit the ground. That was my reality back then. Me driving, him collapsing. It would almost be slapstick comedy… if it wasn’t my actual life at the time.
And honestly, I can thank him for one thing: there were so many situations like that — not just in cars — that he became the main reason why I don’t drink at all anymore. Apart from an occasional glass of wine on holidays or vacations, alcohol has no place in my life. Watching his self-destruction up close was enough to cure me of ever wanting to join him.
But that was then. Today? I’d leave him at that gas station without a second thought and let him figure out his own ride home.
Later on, after I finally walked away from that toxic circus, I dated another guy. And this one? He technically had a car… but no license. Which meant he either risked driving “every once in a while” like rebel without a cause, or he had to take taxis everywhere. And here’s the kicker: he too wanted to be the passenger princess. Imagine that — two people, one car, and nobody truly fit to drive. (We basically couldn’t go anywhere together — literally or metaphorically. And trust me, that wasn’t the only problem on his resume.)
So the whole thing ended quickly, with me laughing at the absurdity. Because once you heal, you stop signing up for clown shows. You don’t argue, you don’t negotiate, you don’t drive the damn car — you wave, blow a kiss, and keep moving.
Passenger princess isn’t about the car — it’s about the company. And let’s be honest, it’s a lot nicer when that company isn’t passed out in the seat next to you, but actually awake, talking, and capable of driving the relationship too.
Choosing Peace, Every Single Day
Life is not as complicated as we make it. Happiness is a daily choice, like nourishing your body or moving your muscles. It is not a miracle, it is a discipline.
Once you have lived in chaos, clarity becomes unmistakable. Peace is no longer abstract — it is oxygen. You improve your life when you turn your pain into wisdom, when you refuse to carry the same lessons twice.
And that is the secret:
Clarity is freedom.
Peace is power.
And truth — your truth — is what will always set you free.
Love,
Laura
