Life

Sometimes I don’t know if I’m dreaming or just refusing to land.

After my second love, I spent a year and a half simply living to live.
You know — doing whatever seemed fun, not thinking too much, chasing instant gratification, avoiding big responsibility, saying yes to everything that felt good in the moment… Just happy vibes.

You’d think that’s the whole point, right?
“You’re young and time goes fast, so enjoy life.”
And that’s absolutely true.
Yet there’s a big difference between having fun as something extra — and having fun as a coping mechanism.
Whether we realize it or not, we’ve all gone through that phase.
Maybe you’re even in it right now.
Maybe you know someone who never seems to leave it.

With La-La Land, I refer to a world where we seek comfort in fantasy and chaos — but in a playful way.
We laugh, we dance, we make memories,
yet underneath, we’re also avoiding things we don’t want to face.

A world of my own — one where I lost myself, but also found myself.
Things didn’t always go as I hoped.
I didn’t know how to deal with it,
so I created an inner world where everything was possible.
Where I played the main role in a life that felt lighter.
And honestly? I needed that.
It was my way of breathing.

But dreaming can become addictive.
Because if you stay away long enough,
you forget how to truly land.
I started to doubt what was real —
wondering if I was living, or just escaping.

My La-La Land once protected me
from pain I wasn’t ready to face.
But now I’m learning:
I’m allowed to be here too.
In this body.
In this day.

Not everything has to be magical to be meaningful.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do
is simply stay.
In the moment.
Confused, but present.

And still… I’ll always carry a piece of that dreamer within me.
Because that girl who made up stories —
she wasn’t lost.
She was surviving.

La-La Land once saved me.
But today, I’m learning to land — gently, little by little.