WorldoVisions

Love, attraction, and desire can be strange, unpredictable things. Sometimes, they linger far beyond reason, attaching themselves to people who may never truly be ours. My love life—or rather, my thoughts about love—feels like a collection of unfinished stories, emotions that never fully settled, and desires that exist only in my mind. I find myself caught between past connections, old crushes, and fleeting attractions, none of which have ever truly come to fruition. It’s a situation that makes me feel a little crazy at times, yet I can’t seem to shake these thoughts. There’s the older woman, the one I worked with two years ago. She’s married, has kids, and yet she still crosses my mind every single day. But it’s not just nostalgia or admiration—it’s deeper than that. I think about her in a way I probably shouldn’t, imagining scenarios where she’s with me instead of the life she’s built with someone else. I don’t know if it’s the fact that she’s unattainable that makes me want her more...

Why I Stopped Following God. I was born into a Catholic family, where faith was not just a belief system but a way of life. From an early age, I was taught to pray, to attend church, to believe in God without question. It was all I knew. Sunday mornings were reserved for mass, religious holidays were celebrated with devotion, and any doubts about faith were quickly dismissed with the reminder that God had a plan. For years, I followed along, never thinking to challenge what I was told. But deep down, something always felt off. I couldn’t put it into words as a child, but there was a lingering feeling that something wasn’t quite right, something that didn’t make sense to me, even when I tried my best to believe. As I grew older, I started asking questions. Why did this religion exist in the first place? Why was I supposed to follow it just because my family did? What made Christianity the "one true faith" when there were so many other religions in the world? I wanted answers, ...