So I know that 99.99% of the people that know me do not understand, but the fact that I have this simple blog is unbelievable for me – it is a dream come true. I am very happy and proud that I finally found the courage to post, to write and to take photos – even if the last part is still a bit difficult for me. I just really hope that I will be able to post more often. I haven’t done any pics this year (I have no clue how most people take blog pics in this cold weather – it is almost torture to me due to the cold). These pics were taken during a Saturday with Dorel.
A cool thing about having a blog is that you get to learn and explore things that maybe you haven’t done before – for me there are many such things, almost everything I do for the blog actually. I will explore most ‘discoveries’ I made in future posts.
One of the things I am very happy to say I did due to the blog is to explore streets I have never walked on in my own city! And I walk a lot – I don’t even have a car, so most of the time I walk. These streets are in the old part of the city, really close to the city center, and I was very excited to admire some amazing houses from the interbellic period. I didn’t even know these streets existed, let alone the buildings. The TV from the pics must have been a bonus – we found it in our walk. Last time I saw such a TV it was in a museum.
Dreams are magic. They are my core essence, they are the motivation behind everything I am, everything I do. They make me want to wake up in the early morning and they keep me up at night. They make me fight, run, work and work out in the middle of the night, eat uncooked vegetables for a week or even make me drink only green tea and water, and give up sweets and nachos. It’s pretty amazing what we are capable to do in order to achieve something we dream about.
There is only one big but in all this – courage. Actually two big buts – there is also the utmost necessary will – I/we have to be willing to give up many comfortable habits in order to get where I/we want.
But at the end, it’s all worth it.
Realising a tiny dream can fill me with positive energy, joy and unmeasurable happiness. It makes me feel like I am in my own personal fairytale and I am floating on cloud 20.
There’s no better feeling then speaking freely what you think, what you feel, expressing who you really are through your honest, uncensored opinions. There are so many social norms lately I believe many times everyone forgets their true selves in order to be accepted and/or liked. And it kills our uniqueness little by little. We become something like a boring army, that doesn’t really strive for anything truly valuable.
With all these ‘anniversary’ days for insignificant reasons we should have an uncensored day – a real one, not only an ‘official’ one. It should be respected by everybody – we should only be able to say exactly what we think, straight forward and without any detours. I think it would be completely useful in the long run for everybody.
Clothes always help me express myself, they give me an irreplaceable sense of freedom – this is the main reason I adore them, hunt them down and cherish them. Every item of clothing gives me a different feeling – my favourite – high heels. Leather pants, short/feminine/structured dresses and lace are in the top as well. How unique!! lol.
The word stuck with me ever since, due to bad weather (as in pouring rain), me and my master photographer Dorel had to change our shooting location to a place I wished I didn’t take pictures at – as in the entire population of this city has taken pictures there.
But all is well when it ends well …and funny – the two of us and many fishermen in the wee hours of a Saturday.
But back to the main course… Most of the things surrounding me lately feel like a cliché – could that please change? It is always such a nice surprise when something new happens, when I meet inspiring people (polite is great too, and also honest), when I read something mind blowing or when a day is calm from morning to night. But these events are like rare breeds, so cliché is just an extremely polite compliment to what actually is going on. On one side I appreciate the great people & moments in my life much more, on the other side, instead of being less disappointed I am disappointed even more.
So the only thing I can do is try to better myself. I rarely succeed, but I am happy to even try. I am pretty restless so patience is probably my weakest point. But maybe, just maybe, one good day, all the hard work (which might seem easy from the outside) might be rewarded. So I’ll keep on trying. And hope for the best.
By the way 1 – I was trying to do something new a few weekends ago, so after 20km of cycling I tried to go uphill with my bike. 100m later and I take a fall – I proudly present my injured knee. Of course I cried and I complained. Even so, it was a great day and I hope to do it soon again.