Believe me when I’m saying…

I’m stuck. My mind doesn’t work as I wanted to be and I feel that I have lost my way. Plans about getting that job in the future seems unreachable. How, when, should I, can I, would I…. questions , simple as that, wander inside my head.

I’m stuck, I told you. At first, I thought it was easy, to do this and that, and follow the rules. The rules. But life does not go with the flow, cooperate with your present to fulfill each one’s dreams. It’s funny saying this when you reach your mid 20s and you feel like your time has been wasted to things, once important but nowdays seem more than meaningless to you.

One day I wanted to make my own bucket list, like traveling there, doing this, completing that certain level in my life. I grabbed my computed for my own comfort and wrote down what I would like to do by the end of that year, how I believe my life should or may roll on until I got 30. To be honest, I have almost forgot where I have saved that document, so I decided to revise my expectancies once more, before applying it to the time – shelve.

I’m stuck but I still have faith and I wonder. That one day, I would be reading those words without despair about who am I and where I am going. Ah and also, I would have published my own book. Yes, one with a proper title and my name on it. And if I could be better in English, you may come across it one day.

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Make a wish and throw your cares to the wind

What triggers what we want, what we long for, what we desire?

Will it come with the light of a morning sun, a moment of irrisistable fun, or possibly with a smile?

My first wish  when I was a child was to play all time around, later I’ve seen that, except it was impossible, more things might bring me joy. I learnt to read, to draw, to write and once I was seven years old I decided that I might fulfill the same wish I keep replying until today, to write a damn book, good enough to make me proud and hopefully the ones that could read it.

But I learnt the hard way that what you Desire, even it is human, thing, or non material, would not be yours without action. Because action will lead you to that success you dreamed once in a while, but your daily routine,inner thoughts and abscence of motivation keep you off the track.

What’s more to come (or else New year, New me stuff)

Did you count backwards the end of this year until the midnight and the 1st second of 2017? Did you remember to kiss each one of your family members, your closest friends, your partner (if you are lucky enough)?

And now that this New Year has come, would you start planning for that great trip you always wish to go but something (not so problematic) might change your thoughts? The gym, yes, that one down the corner of your street that seems pretty nice for that start into transforming that mumble chuble body of yours! What keeps you from starting?

Yeah I know, that girl you constantly have on your mind and you may never talk to her because you always hope but never bet? Guess what, nobody know what’s coming next (well, except of me, I mentioned you the consequences but you seemed stubborn so… That’s life!).

Chase and catch flights, buses, trains and not people! You can avoid the loneliness, but nobody learns anything without stay for a while in solitude, to get that feel of independence over themselves. And the time will come that you will appreciate the value of friendship and love.

Be responsible and acceptable with your past. What you have made the year before that can be counted as a mistake, probably it is time to avoid it, don’t you think? Do not just stand in front of that shinny mirror of your room, staring at your image and hoping that things might change. Do that damn thing you always wish for!

You can get lost with how many common New Year’s thoughts for that ego -me changing that devour us each passing 360 days you can find. But I would probably stick with mine since that’s what you came up for in here, right?

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I, the boy in mind,the man on the image, intend to read more by this year, in order to absorb more information about the world around me and the other universes that may inside the writers’ heads. But nothing could come without letting the pen (or the keyboard) write freely those late nights when images and fantasies could invade the inside of my mine easily.

New posts might not come easily and on time this period. Duty calls and free time might be less (for sure, less in from of a computer I guess). But, as aformentioned in previous posts, life is full of surprises. That post might be my constant reminder throughout this year.

So, what are you up to this year? Is that change on the calendar the first step for a better self? And the most important resolution: stop lying to yourself and do those lifestyle changes! Because, it’s never too late for these!

 

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In the coldest winds, I discovered…

It’s been quite a while since I wrote a simple travel post (that of Budapest, when, almost two monts ago, I was admiring the capital of Hungary from its well-known Chain Bridge). From that time and after, I found myself wandering about my next stop throughout the world. Time is precious and days couldn’t pass by just by getting into another daily routine. I wouldn’t let it!

Soon enough, I had to be in UK again (I couldn’t say I missed that rainy, cold and moody weather) to close the chapter I started one year ago. But, as they say, life could be full of surprises. Thankfully, this time, I got a nice one! And from UK, I found myself with a backpack, a rolley travelbag and dressed as an onion, trembling from the cold as I arrived with some friends in Poland!

First stop, the capital, Warsaw. Nobody had in mind that skyscapers could be found among the buildings of the city. And as the feeling of the cold weather was getting more and more intense, these grandiose, in architecture and height, constructions seemed to be more lonesome and immense than ever.

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Palace of Culture and Science (Pałac Kultury i Nauki)

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Warsaw Towers in the city center

Of course, we couldn’t just not explore the area, even though our map was kind of misleading from time to time. At least, we found our way to the main area with many restaurants and pubs, with one lucky enough to be our temporary place to quench our thirst and hunger.Traditinal dishes with beer and hot wine as our first beverages in Poland. But the first night in Warsaw didn’t last until the midnight: a bus was waiting for us,  just in the outskirts of the city, for a 7-hour trip to Zakopane! 🚃

You may not know Zakopane (as I did also) except if you are a Polish, since that beautiful ski resort is quite well known in Poland, and maybe a tourist from the neighbor countries. Need more info? You can thank Wikipedia for that!

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The view from our hotel in Zakopane

The trip was long (and tiresome, I might say) and the darkness of the night didn’t leave anything visible to the eye to observe during our journey. But, as we entered the city, a veil of snow welcomed us, with houses (named highland houses or Podhale in Zakopane style) and shops covered from the top to the bottom. Τhe temperature was even colder (-7° ) than in the North but we knew that we weren’t going to Hawaii. Funny thing, one friend from our group has never (as he claimed) come across that white, frozen, dense thing! You must have seen his face when he tried to take a snowball, scratching the small white hills with his gloves. And so the  snowballing begun!

Zakopane was meant to be our small base for a week while we were exploring the city, its culture, history and magic. From the first day we arrived until the very end, pavements, mountains and valleys were “dressed” with a shine white costume as forefeast for the upcoming Christmas while snowflakes adorned the scenery around us. Like powdered with caster sugar, houses seemed like they have sprang up from a fairytale!

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In addition, we had the chance to explore Tatra Mountains (the highest mountain range in the Carpathian Mountains) and Morski Osko (the largest and fourth-deepest lake in the Tatra Mountains), hoping that we could take amazing photographs (or even selfies) of the lake. Unfortunately, a similar pattern was found: a frozen environment with pure snow covering the surface of the lake. But that wasn’t enough to break our morale.

After a week, Krakow was the next stop in this journey. The second biggest city of the country with the huge square, market, basilicas and the variety of things to enjoy during both day and night. The nightlife of this city was another plus, especially if you are young and you love partying, with many bars and clubs in and out the city center. Especially with the low prices of the drinks, you can’t just drink one!  But be careful of overdrinking!

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View of the historic center of Krakow from our hostel – isn’t that amazing?!

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St. Mary’s Basilica (Kościół Mariacki)

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Wawel Castle in the night

We couldn’t leave out also a visit in Auschwitz and pay our respects (got to thank a friend for insisting). The place that was marked by the humankind pain and suffering, standing still after decades, trying to remind the devastating results of the war hoping that will never happen again. All in all, the site left me speechless…

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The entrance of the concentration camp, Auschwitz

The final stop of our trip  had to be again Warsaw as the last image of that country before going back home. We were lucky enough that time to explore a little bit more of the old city, decorated that time in the proper christmas mood with lights, christmas trees and garlands.

In the coldest wind I discovered, people that may wander but want to explore the world, themselves, other stranger’s souls and faces that might end up being familiar for some nights, that “travel makes one modest ’cause you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world” – words by Gustave Flaubert.

See you back one day Poland! Na zdrowie!

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Last day in Warsaw’s Old City Center

It’s time

“What will you like me to bring to you?” he asked Marianne while his eyes were gazing the view from the hill.

She puffed and blew before her answer as those words were their final goodbye.

“Only you, safe, that’s what matters” replied with a low voice.

They could see from above the boat approaching the harbor with the old crew ready to offer their places to the new blood. Kohen was one of them, still in the spring of his youth that decided to give up the life on the stable surface for the liquid element that has taken many to its arms: sea.

“Do that for me” said as he stood up “close your eyes and sing the song I was playing in the streets of Amsterdam when we first met. Remember it, right?”

She placed her palms on her face whilst her lips were whispering “… it’s time that we began to laugh and cry…” and Kohen disappeared walking down the pathway of the hill.


I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where we write a short story between 100 and 150 words (plus 25 words sometimes) in length. The photo above for the prompt was provided by Footy and Foodie.

First double zero


Today I opened
my application on my smartphone, just to read the news and maybe get notifications for emails I was waiting for. So, along with my daily news, this image came up.

I tried to count backwards to the very first day of my writing routine and how I got here in almost a month and some days. For someone, this number could not be worth mentioning, but it is the beginning of the next level for me. As for that, I would like sincerely to thank each blogger and reader that gave it a try to my posts and also found it interesting enough to eveneave a comment! I will do my best for more.

Where the wind sings by

The view from above was always a thing that could trigger my enthusiasm because of the memorable depiction of the world in either smaller pieces as also the sense of freedom. Since I got older, taking the aeroplane to get somewhere was a common activity for me. But since  I couldn’t fly on a daily basis, my time was usually spent on bridges.

 

If someone seeks for my face in pictures from my past, might find me hanging around small or big bridges, made from a variety of material, different colourations and some of them might have a great story to tell. I still remember the last one from Budapest (well, at least one of the many), probably one of the biggest in Europe, named Chain Bridge. It was destroyed almost completely and was built up again for the people to use and admire. Or the Tower Bridge in London with those Giant towers, that could still catch the eye both of a citizen and a tourist.

Now, imagine that you are on a bridge,  this one that cars pass by, down from where you are standing. The wind blows your face as you look at the horizon and the sun has set up to sky, evening of a familiar autumn is close but it is not so cold for you to just wear a sweater with no jacket. And, at that very moment, you could feel and breath, inhaling and exhaling, “happiness and relief”.