#travels

I have some free time and I would like to delve a bit deeper into that subject, there’s a quote that I’ve always loved about soulmates, it literally describes how I feel about the whole concept.
“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”
I don’t think that everyone would easily find the perfect one for themselves early in their lives and live happily ever after, some lucky ones would do but many others won’t and that’s totally okay btw at least with me, the rest of us who weren’t fortunate enough to find that special & perfect one as early as we hoped for, we could settle for the suitable one, this one doesn’t have to be the guy or the girl of our dreams, they don’t have to be perfect in every aspect and every way there is, this doesn’t mean that you should accept someone you can’t stand and someone that you don’t share anything in common with just for the sake of having anyone in your life, it should be someone that you at least take a liking to, it could be either you like their company, you like their looks, you like the way they talk or how they make you feel, whatever, and from this point and with some effort from both of you, you could perfect this relationship together, that could take some time & effort yeah but it’s totally doable and it’s totally worth it, I don’t think that soulmates can only be found but yeah they can be made too, and that’s the way you can create your perfect relationship and your soulmate through some effort & commitment.
Anyway that’s only my opinion and my way of seeing the whole matter, maybe I’m not young enough anymore to have this optimistic way of seeing things and believing that the perfect one is waiting for me to bump into at some coffee shop or at a random store I go into in one of my travels, many would disagree for sure but it’s the way I see it and it’s the only way I’m gonna be seeing it ✌🏻
Sorry for that long answer 😄 If you have read all that though, then you must reallyyyy like me then and you wouldn’t mind my long answers hehe 😁

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oh….😞
if my beautiful mom was with now…. i quickly would ‘run’ and ask her….
now because this question more for mom and interesting question….

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but i will never have a such an opportunity again….and i won’t to be able…. to ask my beautiful mom about ….
part of my childhood gone with my mom….😞

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i can’t remember my very first toy….
i can tell you about the first toy i remember….
it was a light brown bunny 🌹🐇🤎

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who was with me …. for very long time until i became teenager…. and somewhere in the moves he got lost
i remember how i cry …..
i had so many toys…. so many ….
a lot of them i still have 😊
lying in the trunk for long time i haven’t looked at….haven’t done my travels in childhood….and memories
without my beautiful mom i don’t even want… maybe someday when i will be old i will be able to show at least one toy to my granddaughter….and tell her my stories oh….😞
me with my loved 🕸❤️
we
when we will grandma and grandpa 🙏🏻❤️
😌

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and many favorites but bunny was my first( i remember)….and favorite

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I sort of achieved my biggest dream. I just wanted my parents to be happy and proud of me. I grew up feeling bad that I wasn’t pretty, smart, well mannered, or talented enough. But since I moved out and stopped forcing myself to exist for them, I realized that they’re content with me anyway. My dream right now is to get my parents to stop working and retire so they can work on their garden and go on vacation.
Make my parents proud. They've given up a lot over the course of their lives for me and my little brother - they're first gen immigrants, and the first couple of years here were really tough, but they tried to make sacrifices in a way that I never felt the pinch. I just want to give that back to them in tenfold.
Honestly, I've got a car, a house, a wife and a child, so 90% of my dreams have already come true. However, I want to get a book published, write and direct a film, star in a film (not written by me, I'm not that self indulgent) and watch my baby girl grow up into a successful woman.
In my writing classes at college (creative writing major), some authors gave advice saying that you know your piece is done when you're no longer editing and just making changes. Changes that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of the story. Every artist in the world looks at their own pieces (art, writing, animation, etc.) and only sees its flaws. It's just how our brains work. I look at my piece and then I look at professional books and see the mistakes in their pieces. I read a book that skipped a whole half of a sentence. Your readers will never imagine exactly what you pictured while writing it because everyone is different. It will take a lot of practice to silence that self doubt, and I'm still not completely over it, but I am happy with my book, so yeah. As long as you're happy with it, that's all that matters in the end.
Definitely. I had several beta testers for my book. My very first one was not a good reviewer, though. She was extremely critical, but her criticism wasn't constructive in any way. When picking a friend, family member, or someone else to review your piece, you have to trust this person to be brutally honest but still be constructive. If you want a professional to look it over, I would look on Reedsy. It's a free service that helps self-publishing authors to get into contact with professional editors and reviewers, and even cover artists, though you have to afford those professionals.
To make a difference. This "dream" is actually fueled by my fear of dying and not being remembered. So I want to make an impact on the world so I will never be forgotten, but in a good way not the Hitler kind of way. Selfish I know.
And if ever age caught up to me, or I got bored of travel, then I would buy a simple farm and spend the rest of my days telling my grand kids and anyone else that would listen about my world travels and the things in my Tuff Box and my new second Tuff Box from my travels.

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Wa alaikum assalam,

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All praise belongs to Allāh alone,

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After much thinking – and using a couple of references – I am comfortably certain with the following answer:
If a woman is living alone, then her place could be called a desert, tundra, valley, etc. but it cannot qualifiy to be a country, legally speaking. You'd need at least 40 people to form a congregation, and I think a few more to be able to call it a country.
Okay jokes aside,
If it's a country that has no safety concerns on Muslim women, nor their right to practice their religion safely;
AND,
There's a Muslim community in her town;
AND,
She is able to form a good companionship with a group of righteous Muslim sisters,
AND,
She travels with the permission and companionship of her Muslim male guardian (if applicable),
Then there should not be a harm in that. Nevertheless, the majority of scholars of Islam, when discussing the ideal circumstances, after reviewing all the hadīths pertaining to a woman's accommodations, they point out that a Muslim woman should not stay one night in an accommodation without her Mahram.
Authentically reported by Tirmithi and others: Aisha - may Allāh be pleased with her - received a group of women who came from the Levant. She asked them: are you from the lands where women go to public baths (i.e. a Spa)? They said yes. She said: I heard the Prophet ﷺ say: "Should a woman take off her clothes in a place other than her spouse's home (i.e. Mahram's), she would have torn down all veils of bashfulness between her and her Lord."

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The scholars interpret it to include women who travel or leave their Mahram's home without a need.

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I'm not looking to date anyone at the moment, my heart is not ready for a relationship yet. I guess the traits I could say I am looking for in a friend that could be used also in regards of a relationship. Is someone who shares similar interests to me, a person I can be myself with and someone who shows they care about the relationship.
Someone who makes me laugh when I’m sad knows when something is wrong with me has a great personality and that we can be as weird as we want when we’re together. I just want a partner in crime that gets me 25 years to life.
I met my wife in my late 20s after a lot of failed relationships. The thing that made her stand out was that she didn't just rely on my to pull all the weight in the relationship. She had a career, didn't care much for drama and didn't have the "princess complex" I was used to seeing. She would take me out from time to time, she drove and planned things for us to do herself. She was a well rounded adult who was honest about her feelings which was very different from the women I previously dated and the women I grew up around. To me, this meant she was special and I committed to growing the relationship and making sure she felt valued. It was also around the time I stared working harder at my career, finances and put more attention towards my health and appearance and it all fell into place. After a few years of dating I realized she was everything I wanted in a partner. She had the same goals as me, she was funny, kind and caring. The final thing that pushed me towards proposing was realizing how patient she was with me. I can be stubborn, sarcastic and particular at times, and she never once got irritated by any of it. I realized basically at the same time that I am hard to live with and that she didn't think I am hard to live with. I'm offering a stable partner (well me) with a good career, awesome flat, multiple interests and travels to share. On top of that a reasonably fit body (no dad bod) and eagerness to discuss nearly about everything. The cherry on top is literally no addictions and being able to cook well.
For me, it took learning a hard lesson from getting dumped by a serious girlfriend. We had been together for a long time and I thought we'd get married. But she left me for someone else, and it took meeting a special woman two months later to figure out that my ex and I simply weren't compatible, and that meeting the right person just made all the difference. Everything came easy. We compliment each other's personalities. I'm horribly extroverted, and she's QUITE the opposite. I focus on the big picture, she gets to the details. We challenge each other to grow and give each other the independence to be ourselves while being together.

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My family isn't that rich so I've barely gone on vacations when I was a kid, like 2 times in my entire childhood and only in southern france, and now that I live alone, I get enough money to travel if I wish to but I'm just not interested in going anywhere, I know it'd probably be fun and nice but I feel like it's not worth and in the end I'd rather stay at home and do whatever I want to do.
I try to get twice a year for a total of 4-6 weeks. Last couple of years it's been South East Asia a bunch of times. I stay home and work in midsummer because the sun is up for 18h anyway and I strive on sunlight. In the 6 darkest months is when I try to go twice because I hate the cold and the darkness.
I live in Zagreb, Croatia, if I drive I can be in Slovenia in 30 minutes, Austria, Hungary or Bosnia in 1hr30, Italy in 2 hrs... And there's reasonably priced public transport too. It's not really that much of a financial commitment, can be even worth it for shopping trips if particular products are cheaper somewhere else.
Once or twice a year. Been outside of Europe two times, Egypt when I was very little and the trip of my life to Sri Lanka not that long ago. When I move out and start earning something considerable, I'd rather switch to every other year to go somewhere more far away.
Twice a year. I usually devote a summer trip to Europe. Then a winter trip where I split time between Europe and somewhere else. Like this past December, it was the UAE /Netherlands (Leeuwarden and Zwolle). For pleasure and meeting up with people.
Think of it this way OP, statistically there are much less chances of something going wrong on a plane than there is on any other form of transportation. In comparison, anything driven on the road is a death trap.
At least 10 times a year for work and my travels are outside of the NA. I can't wait to get out of Vancouver nowadays. Really fed up with this city and all the drama. All you hear is RE is too high, gas prices are too high and combine that will junkies everywhere and gangsters everywhere. No one in this city is actually happy, all locals do is bitch and combine that with the passive racial tension boiling under the surface.
Not since 2009, except for a quick trip to the USA a year ago by car, but I have bought a house and had two kids since then, now travel has gotten a lot more expensive and wasn't possible for a while. I seem to be the only guy I know with an IT job that never gets sent elsewhere for work or training.
At least 10 times a year for work and my travels are outside of the NA. I can't wait to get out of Vancouver nowadays. Really fed up with this city and all the drama. All you hear is RE is too high, gas prices are too high and combine that will junkies everywhere and gangsters everywhere. No one in this city is actually happy, all locals do is bitch and combine that with the passive racial tension boiling under the surface.

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"Post-traumatic stress disorder. Season 1 did a good job with early Daenerys, who didn’t want to marry Drogo. She is nervous and unsure of herself. In the show, Drogo rapes her. Simply being among the Dothraki was frightening for her. She is very affected by the way she and Viserys have to move constantly to find friends and support. That led her to develop a generalized…

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Anxiety Disorder: Daenerys had an unstable childhood. She never knew her parents or legendary older brother, She didn’t know her homeland. All she had were stories from Viserys as they went from place to place, begging like the penniless aristocrats they had become. This upbringing has made her nervous as she doesn’t have a home. I believe her longing for a home helped her with the Dothraki. She realized this was as close to a real home she was going to get, so she figured out how to make Drogo happy in bed, learned the Dothraki language and adopted their culture as her own.

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Borderline Personality Disorder: Despite the show’s considerable efforts to lionize Dany, making her into a superhero who utters every statement as a pronouncement, I don’t see Daenerys as confident. She has poor self-esteem. She needs the adoration from her followers to believe in herself. This is not the same as narcissism. Daenerys is capable of empathy. She can love another person. She wants to do right by her people. But her emotions get in the way. She has a distorted self-image. See Self and identity in borderline personality disorder

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One aspect of BPD is splitting— people are good, very good until they become “bad” or untrustworthy. I see this with Dany’s need to identify with Rhaegar, the “good” Targaryen. She sees herself at odds with the world that wants to claim her. Daenerys thinks in extremes, and one could say her childhood taught her to see everything as white or black, never grey.

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Here are her thoughts while she travels through the Red Waste in A Clash of Kings:

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"Her father had been slain before she was born, and her splendid brother Rhaegar as well. Her mother had died bringing her into the world while the storm screamed outside. Gentle Ser Willem Darry, who must have loved her after a fashion, had been taken by a wasting sickness when she was very young. Her brother Viserys, Khal Drogo who was her sun-and-stars, even her unborn son, the gods had claimed them all. They will not have my dragons, Dany vowed. They will not." Daenerys I, A Clash of Kings

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Part I

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At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

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The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

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Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

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Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (she bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

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"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.

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Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

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But then he walked in to a bar in the college time. And for some reason it felt like all the energy in the world focused on him and I couldn't look away. It turned out he got hired there, and I worked there, so I saw him occasionally and any time we were both working it was like I could feel him. I always knew where he was. I could feel him smiling behind me and would turn around with my own smile and sure enough. There he was. I tried to ignore it for a long time. But us work folks would go out together, he'd be there. We talked more and more, we became friends, and then eventually gave in to the tension and slept together. We've been together for 10 years now. And I can still feel his presence, unless he is quite far from me then I feel a little lost. I'm over her now, it was more just the feeling of, "She brings out the good in me." That felt nice, knowing that I could be more myself without having to express my anger through sarcastic/subtle tones. I could express myself in a way that made me more happy with myself, and in turn help her too. Since then I really haven't been ashamed for being friend-zoned, or being called a nice guy. Tough as it is, it's nice being friends. Sometimes all people need is a helping hand.
We matched on tinder but I wasn’t really interested. He asked me out a few times and I kept blowing him off. Finally after about two week we decide to meet up. He isn’t from my city and picks a random bar I had never heard of. I get there first and it’s an old school biker bar. Pretty hard core, older crowd. So I sit and wait. He walks in and I swear the room got a little brighter. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. We had a wonderful summer fling where we were inseparable but eventually he went back to his home state and it didn’t make sense for me to go because he travels for work so he would never be there and it didn’t make sense for him to move to me because I had plans to move out of the country. I really hope we meet up again later in life.
Finally in my thirties I figured out it was autdar. Those people weren't destined to be my friends, or extra-special, or in any way appropriate for me, or even feeling the same way back... I was recognising fellow autistics. SMH. But since autism wasn't on my radar at all, my mind needed an explanation of why some people made me feel weird and at the same time comfortable. I thought it was a connection. Tried to force friendships where we had nothing in common. Dated guys who were disrespectful. I caused myself so much trouble by mistaking autdar for a connection. Oops.
Yes, but he seemed to ignore me. Like, I was in Chem class and I'd never noticed this dude before, and then I made eye contact with him. I couldn't let go of it. He kept looking at me throughout the rest of class, but we never spoke.

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