Life as it is, As it Could Be...[A Story About 'Balance']

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Sometimes I think balance isn’t something you’re taught—it’s something you survive. It’s not that polished image of morning yoga or a perfectly portioned meal. It’s more like an ongoing negotiation between what you want, what you need, and what you can actually manage. Balance becomes a kind of private conversation where no one else’s voice matters but your own.

Being a mother demands far more than social media ever romanticizes. Still, I find beauty in the imperfect routine. Some days are chaos; others surprise me with peace in the mundane. What’s curious about balance is that it doesn’t mean everything’s fine—it just means nothing is falling apart all at once. It's a way of holding yourself without losing yourself.

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I’ve been a victim of violence. That doesn’t define me, but I don’t hide it either. Balance, in that sense, is also accepting the past without letting it dictate the present. Living without blaming others at every turn was an act of self-love, not resignation. The lifestyle I’ve built isn’t from a manual—it’s from a heartbeat. Mine.

The silence of loneliness walks with me—not as punishment, but as a mirror. I’ve learned that being in balance isn’t about constant calm. It’s about moving between extremes without losing your center. To cry without guilt. To laugh without asking permission. The everyday, when truly lived, holds more philosophy than most books.

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I don’t have final answers. Just a few intuitions that hold me up. That balance isn’t a destination—it’s a practice. That lifestyle isn’t copied—it’s uncovered. And that living from that center, however small or shaky, is already a form of resistance. And of love, even if no one says it out loud.

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It's an everyday debate of mind whether you do this or you do that. Because at the end of the day if you are not productive and if you are not happy, life is not balance.

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Your view, valid, of course, it's based on a economic perspective... Production, worth, value... It could explain few things about material life but we can leave aside the other part, the well-being one.

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