My purpose

     Everyone has a dream, even if buried in the most hidden place of their minds. My dream is to have a constraint-free life and a strong control over my mind. To loose all the masks and, hopefully, encourage people to do the same…

    This blog has the purpose of taking me one step further in accomplishing my dream…  Writing gives me the freedom I need.  It helps me understand better my own mind, as all articles are based on personal experience and goals.

     If,  by all means, my writings could benefit people, than my goal should be reached.

     Please feel free to share, but keep in mind that this is only my view over the world.

     Love,

      A.

Broken wing…

     A bird is free to fly, no one can hold it back from its path. And so are you… Whether you’re a canary or an eagle, never allow anyone put you in a golden cage! Apologize if you’ve done wrong and fly away. Same goes for others. Don’t you ever expect them to step by themselves in a cage they don’t wish for as a home. In fact, never expect anything form anyone. In this way, you’ll never, ever be disappointed and will never get hurt. You’ll never have your wings clipped by a crashed dream; by a broken wish.

       If anyone hurts your feeling and expectations, NEVER point the gun to their head. Cease any attempt of hurting them back. If your wings got hurt because of your expectations and hopes, don’t blame them. Don’t blame yourself either, even though you’ve opened up till it cut your soul. Just accept the facts and move on. “Some things cannot be changed” someone once told me. Truth has been spoken!

          I know the first thing that comes to your mind is to make them feel just the way you do. But what’s the point? Will seeing them hurt make you feel any better? Maybe on the spot. But you’ll be sorry later on. So, don’t do it! Don’t turn all your frustrations against them. Don’t throw empty words because you’re miserable. Think it through and take a wise step. Be deceived if you can’t control it, but because of your perception, not because of the actual facts.

      Moving on is painful. Embrace the pain and trust that it will, someday, go away. Deception will step aside as well. At some point.

           Go to your best friend and ask for cure – music is the best help you’ll ever get! It will never let you down. Search for that playlist that has always helped you go through all the necessary stages, but in the end lifted you up. Force yourself! You’re the only one that can help you. Be silent and don’t go running for gossip. This is something you need to face alone. So be alone!

      I won’t advise to focus on something else, because you won’t be able to. Remember that blue moments are part of our lives. Let them take you over. Let that knife sleep through your fingers, down to the ground. You’re not doing anyone any good if you use it. Not even yourself. Share bitter tears if they fall. They will dry. And you’ll be strong enough to lift your eyes from the ground and smile. Even to them. And thank them for the lesson…

           Heal yourself! Put the hurt away, when you can. But never regret your feelings! Some things cannot be changed and there are things never to be sorry for…

 

Love,

A.

 

 

 

 

Dreams

    Dreams are so damn hard to handle sometimes… You just watch and see nothing at all… You walk and don’t feel the steps you take… You breathe, but there’s no air… Everything is just heavy… Damn, is heavy! All you think about is that dream…

And you can’t (or won’t) wake up. Everything surrounding you is trying to send you signals you need to open your eyes and get anchored in reality. But you choose to go even deeper into your own little world. It’s warm in there. You could spend your entire life there. Why bother facing hurt, when you can surrender to your passion? That passion makes you happy, after all. In what way? For how long? Could be eternally, if that’s your choice. I know, it’s all a matter of choice. Said it before and I stand up for it. But I also support chasing your dreams you’re pointed to by your passion.

Chasing… Burdensome process… But you build as you chase. You place a stone with each step. Is a creation process, yes. And, if you remember, “The creation process is incredible”. Keeps the distance you need away from people, provides you that space you so eagerly aim for.

So, dream big and chase till the end. Till you have it all built up. Or completely crashed. If one dream crashes and can’t be restored,   rise up and find another. NEVER give up! Be friends with your desires, passionately create a dream around them, chase and feel free! Find out how much truth is there in the saying: “If you can dream it, you can DO it!”… Choose you’re most comfortable shoes, add a pinch of COURAGE and GO!

Love,

A.

Red sneakers made for walking

    What would ever make you take a long mile walk, against hot wind? You’re taking a road no-one dares to. Headphones on highest volume level, those red sneakers made for walking and songs on your lips… A moving image. Reason? Mind relief… Thoughts’ selection…

Gray and green sight. A wistle in a song. Long distance. But you need this walk… You need no one around and you’re a nobody… Just a walking someone. You need to accept facts. Thoughts keep on tumbling down. Your speed is slower than a snail’s. You hurry for a moment whenever a street needs to get crossed, as the cars won’t wait for your dragging steps. Maybe you can take a small leap? You finally reach the lake. And you stop, watching the sun going down… Almost. Sunset will have finished its process till you reach the empty room.

The road accompanied by the lake becomes too short for your state of mind. You stop for a moment to give your feet a little break. And write a bit. Shape your ideas.

Once your feet lead you back among people, you feel the constraint of society; they stare at you as if an alien just crossed the street with flowers in its hand. Because there’s no rush in your attitude. But you could’t care less! You keep on going. All you see is your dream, while listening to a song with lyrics “Driver, take me wherever but home”. You crave for free life. No burdens, no destination for your trip, no handcuffs attributed by humanity, no labels on your back…

Sun has started its setting. You’re still walking, heading to a place you don’t want to reach… Smells come and go; a police car at a corner – these men stop a driver; the horizon relieves smoke;  a bicycle; and the bridge – going upwards. Feet keep on going. Smoke smell invades your nose and the sight runs into your eyes. Bridge goes downwards…

Drivers slow down, gazing at a strange girl walking on a strange path to be taken alone… Some of them hit the flashes… The girl keeps on going. She wouldn’t mind anything around her. Not even strangers staring or eagerly squeezing the horn…

The green lights of a place hit you – pizza place… No hunger… You’re getting closer and closer… Can you have a detour? Got it: there’s a shop around here. You will need food, eventually…

Nearly there… After more than 2 hours of walk. Another 2 minutes stop on a bench. It’s been a long day… Salina will soon take over your eyelashes as your trusted friend, the pillow, helps you rest your head. The sneakers also rest in their place… Long ride have they faced.

Love,

A.

Thoughts

So many happenings… So many feelings… So many thoughts. Everything can become an idea. Any idea can easily shape into a topic…

I sometimes wonder why are we such wired… Why can’t we get rid of all our thoughts and be allowed to have a minute, an hour of blankness? A time of definite peace.

When that friend called a pillow meets the eye, why do all thoughts gather up and roll down into the greatest avalanche ever? It’s like a riot in one’s head… Tiring… Obsessive… Fighting for first place. Though there’s no award in this game. I wish I could kick them all off and replace with nothingness. I wish they would all win a long-term vacation free ticket. And let me accept one at a time. If I let them all take control of me, I’m lost. I could even close my eyes and wait for that moment… While jumping into a whirlwind… Maybe this will swipe them all away.

Anyhow, under no circumstances, can I accept anyone being in charge of my brain, but myself. I can’t let you thoughts put those worry-worth bracelets around my wrists. I hate being taken into a dark cold place, away from my passions and the ones I love. You’re a burden I don’t want to carry on my shoulders.

There are so many techniques to escape from you. I hope one day I will master at least one. As I’m breaking free and never look back. I’ll have my pick. All others can go hunt for someone else. I will be busy with cherishing my peace!

Love,

A.

Elpis, Salina and Tykhe

   Why did you, Pandora, ever open the jar? Why would you let evil escape but kept hope a prisoner? Why did you hold on to it so badly? But lastly unleashed it as well? Why would hatred quickly take over humanity, but hope had to wander in finding a vessel? And what about wishes? Are they born out of hope? And luck?

We oftenly call for hope’s name… We hang on to the thinest thread… We enjoy every little spark that could point to hope. We aim for the sky with our eyes wide open… Looking for Elpis. Looking for that ray of light that would finally help us have it. It? The wish… Granted by an evil geenie… But no, you’re not an evil geenie, you’re a fairy, as wishes get granted…

There’s a saying: “Watch out what you wish for, as it may come true.” Can’t wait for Salina to greet me and wrap me in a bit of violet mist… I’m the “Grant my wish and see what’s next; I’m ready to take any chances” type. So I let Salina take over my mind and soul… And make aquintances: Elpis, meet Salina! May you both join forces and work on our behalf… Our? Yes. For us. Us people.

Wishes keep us searching for the puzzle pieces, one way or another, hope keeps us moving through the maze. The final piece is in our hands, with a bit of luck.

Tykhe, meet Salina and Elpis. Toss the dice and and keep things moving. Till we all become willow trees…

Love,

A.