New Year's resolutions or maybe not

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Every now and then you feel like doing some resolutions. First you look back towards the best moments in your life, then ahead and picture how your life is going to be in two or three years from now. The best time to do all these evaluations is New Year’s Eve and the days around it.

Each week before we do the transition from one year to another, I start thinking about my life. About the brilliant moments that wished would never end and the not so fortunate moments that either taught me something or are there just to make the memory bitter. And after all this journey through my twisted memory is over, I get to present and realize that the one I am today is the result of my past actions. Then I start questioning myself if I’m happy with who I am and what I’ve become. If the answer is merely affirmative I begin to picture the future. What will happen from now on? What will I do? Will I change my job, my lifestyle?

When all these questions and torments are done stressing me out, I get to the point of no return. The point where you realize that all these New Year’s resolutions are pointless. The past is the past, you can’t change it no matter what. The present is a result of your past but it’s also an evolving process, changing continuously. As for the future, nothing is sure. No one can guarantee one thing or another, but there is always the hope. Hope that things will get better, hope that you’ll be a better person, hope that you can make a difference. And sometimes, this HOPE makes things happen. Even if the future is not certain and things can change in a blink of an eye, hope will always be with us, leading the way through life.

Happy New Year with hope!

Comparison

I've just read something about comparison and I realized that most of our insecurities and our depressions come from it. Either if it's at work or life in general,we constantly compare ourselves with others. We sometimes think it's unfair that some people have more but we forget that everything in life comes with a price. And even if they seem happy and complete on the outside, the reality is totally different. So whatever you do, try not to compare yourself with anybody. You are a unique being and you must be happy with who you are, because life is too short to stop and constantly compare. Just live as you feel not as you are being told!

The spirit of Christmas

I have always wondered what the true spirit of Christmas is. For many years I thought it’s the magic of bringing the whole family together, the smell of baked cookies and cinnamon wine; the sound of the Christmas carols while we all open our presents. I wasn’t wrong completely, but last night I finally saw the whole picture. The whole magic of the Christmas lies in another thing called tolerance.

Last night in a room full of people I finally saw it. We gather once or twice a year during the holidays. We care about each other (generally speaking) but we don’t do visits due to the fact they would result in sharing impolite words and thoughts. I know we are not the best example of a family, but we are one. Not by blood entirely, but by union. Average people who live in a foreign country far away from our parents and real relatives. It’s not that we don’t like each other, it’s just –as I like to put it- have different opinions about almost everything. And by that, there’s no turning points. That is the reason why we see each other so seldom.

Considering all of the above, last night we lasted in the same room for two hours and a half, without being sarcastic or rude to one another. We behaved decent, trying to calm down when the atmosphere got a little heavier. Even if we all have our opinions about one another, opinions that in certain occasion we express as loud as we can, last night we locked them in a secret compartment and swallowed the key.  And then it hit me: the true spirit of Christmas is tolerance. In order to have happy holidays we have to tolerate our relatives, neighbours, pretended friends, everyone in general. That is the true secret. And also alcohol. While drunk, everyone is friendly and lives in his own bubble. J

Merry Christmas and a tolerable/drunk New Year!

Blue

Blue is the water that gives life and calms our reckless spirit

Blue is the sky, endless and fascinating in his mesmerizing emptiness,
Blue is the sea always so mysterious and loud,
And blue is our planet so nurturing and wild.

Blue was the bracelet my friend gave me as sign of our never ending friendship,
Blue was my heart when some of my fears came true
Blue was the t;shirt I wore when I first met you,
And blue are your eyes when you tell me you love me too.

You once told me

You once told me there's no sunshine,

You once told me there's no rain,

You once told me that everything vanishes,

If you can't see me again. 

You once told me how you love me,

How I am the most special person in your life

And that no matter what

Nobody could keep us apart. 

I felt the same,

I belived in you;

Even though there were signs,

Showing you were changing thourgh.

I couldn't see them, I was too ecstatic 

I could have avoided things

Thar made me suffer after.

And then came that day,

That awful autumn day 

When you told me everything's over

And walked away.

I wanted to remind you 

All the things you once said

But it seemed too childish

So I just watched you go instead.

And that's when I realized

As difficult as it is

In life you can't say things

Then blow them in the wind.

  

 

Wednesday is the new Saturday

If you ask anybody in the civilized world what is their favourite day, they would probably say Saturday or Sunday. That would have been my answer one year ago, but many things change in one year. And this year, my favourite day is Wednesday.Why Wednesday? Because it's my true and only day off per week and I cherish it with all my heart. I get so sentimental over my days off, since they are so few, that sometimes I start crying when I think about it.

So to cut things short, today is my favourite day of the week. And since it’s Wednesday and we are in the middle of nowhere, and here this is a short day, so all the shops close at 2 pm, what’s the best thing to do on a sunny and hot day, than to go on the beach and relax a bit. While there I prefer to find a quiet space, child proof if possible. I was lucky, the beach wasn’t crowded. 

My eye was imediately caught by a russian grandad who decided to reinvent his swimming trucks and turn them into a thong. It was more than ridiculous, but maybe grandad didn’t want any tan marks.

I turned my attention from the grandad (I wasn’t feeling very well watching his wiggling body) to a russian mum with her 7-8 years old son. Nothing impressive so far until they started the photo session. More exactly mom started it and the child was taking pictures of her posing in the most ridiculous postures. With her back to the camera, profile, standing, lying down. I couldn’t help but stare, as were some English tourists nearby. After 15-20 pictures, the lady decided to have a snapshot while jumping, cause there’s no holiday album without a jumping posture. But since the gravity is a bitch, the boy couldn’t catch his mum in the air only landing. I could hear her growing frustration while directing the child: “Davai: ras, dva, tri” and jump at four. But it didn’t work. Annoyed, she put her child do it while she was taking photos. She managed to find the right timing and taught him  how to take the perfect photo for a Facebook profile. And hurray! He finally succeed. After that, they packed their things and left.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but if this is not an interesting day off, I don’t know what is.