Down the road

There are days when I think about: if someone would follow my life 24/7 I can promise he/she would never ever get bored. Also being in my head would be cool, but you would totally get lost in two seconds. It's a mess in there. In here.

And in that mess I figured out I really like similes and metaphors. I thought about another one for life.

You need to be a good catcher, to catch the good things life throws at you. You also need to be excellent at dodging, because sometimes life freaking shoots missiles at your face. Or bricks fall down the sky and hit you, however you wanna see it.

If you stop and think about it, you can even see a pattern at some point. Some days I'm like: oh my gosh life is so exciting and beautiful and the sun is shining. Then some other days I'm like: I think my guardian angel drinks,  why so much drama, leave me alone, I just want to nap. 

But it's OK, I mean, a road is never always straight and flat, is it? And down this road, who cares shows up, who cares stays, who cares tries, who cares about you doesn't hang up the phone until you are in a better mood. Who cares lets you know, and if they don't, then maybe they don't care enough.

You need to be around people who bring you energy, surround yourself with people who make you feel understood and listen to you.

After all, a sunflower never grows alone.

Quote of the post: 

 "I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it."

                                                                      - Charles Bukowski

My turn to write.

Sometimes it's like I can't even stop it. I need to write it down.
Last night I was working on a business report, and then this happened.

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I guess life is a bit like walking the wire

What makes you fall?

Can you keep the balance?

Can you focus?

Looking back doesn’t help

What’s your next step going to be?

Who catches you if you fall?
Or better, 'when' you fall

The world would be made of a million wires

All criss-crossing one another

Some closer, some further

Some for seconds, some for years

Sometimes we even hold hands not to fall

Balancing each other out

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What if I fall? What if you fly?

On my list of best feelings in the world there is "flying", which I only experienced by plane so far, but still. Taking the plane is an adventure, it was a super epic thing when I was little and it still is exciting now.

When I was a little kid I remember taking the plane to go somewhere on vacation as one of the best things of the whole trip, didn't matter where we were going.
First of all, the way from our home to the airport for me was like a mini road trip with stops at the auto-grill and sleeping with my pillow in the car. Then I felt like such a grown up having breakfast at the airport with cappuccino and croissant. Less 'grown up' but so much fun was also running around that magical place where everyone had a suitcase with wheels and I could even just jump on our big one and being carried by my dad.
The moment we finally stepped into the plane I couldn't wait for the takeoff (and for the hostess to get me and any other children on the flight a coloring book). My mum taught me that usually when the plane is ready on the runway it takes almost exactly ten second to take off, so we used to count out loud and hold hands until we left the ground. I still do it in my mind every time.
Until there, everything was always great, but after a while (for the first let's say 10 years of my life) I started feeling really airsick, with nausea and headache. At that point my mum would pull out one of the few plastic bags she always carried when we traveled, and yes as moms do she would hold it for me while I gracefully (of course) threw up all the breakfast I just had. Lovely, I know. I have to say tho, after I was done and didn't have anything else to throw up in my stomach, I enjoyed the flight looking out of my window and dreaming. My poor mum trying to get rid of the vomit bag.
In all of this my dad was always sleeping, he has that superpower, before the plane takes off he's already asleep, as soon as his head touches the seat he's out. I wish I was like that, but I'm the exact opposite. I stayed awake even when I flew from Europe to America and back, it's like 12 hours, half of them spent thinking "There is no way I am taking another 12 hours flight without any sleeping pills" and watching other people falling asleep. When we landed my dad would simply woke and ask "Are we here already?", and I would and will always be like "Seriously dad how do you do it?".

And then my sister came, and the Who's Getting The Window Seat War began, kinda like the Bunk Beds War. We both wanted to have the window seat and seat next to my mum. Fortunately before we killed each other mom would wisely say "You'll take turns". So we took turns.

Now I'm older, I mean still young but older than I was, I don't get airsick anymore, but every time I take the plane I still have that feeling of wowIamflyingsocool and every time I check-in I still hope to get a window seat.

Besides a few normal inconveniences, I loved flying, I love flying. I like it because it's a moment in which you can take a break from reality and the outside world, enjoying the view and if you are lucky have a talk with your neighbor passenger. Unless you're stuck in the middle of two annoying people, or next to a child, or in front of a child, or actually anywhere near a child. I also read that the plane is the second safest transportation, it's just that I never really got the life jacket under the seat thing.

Quote of the post: 

 "If you never go, you will never know."

                                                                      - Anonymous

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My turn to write.

In the end
we're just a bunch of people
trying to be understood,
when instead
we should try
to understand each other.

When September comes

September is the new January.
Let's be honest this is nothing new, at least for me September has always been my January, with the new school year and the end of the summer. You know exactly what I mean if you were on vacation and just came back to start again with high school, university or work.
It's that time of the year when everything goes back to how it was before you left. Materially speaking, because of course I'm not the same same and so are you.
Last year at the end of August a big adventure started, so everything changed, and almost exactly a year after I feel like I made the right decision. I have to say I can't wait for the many more adventures awaiting.
This year was the first one "on my own", not completely and recklessly on my own, I mean living far from home and figuring out life myself. Thrilling. This summer I decided to spend some time working in order to be able to go on vacation the whole month of August. I went to Rome to my best friend, visited a friend in the Dolomites, then to the mountains to my family and finally I flew to Barcelona. I've been waiting to visit the city forever. Actually not really forever, but at least since I was 15, when I started reading Zafon's books (novels taking place in Barcelona). During my staying there I walked through the city and discovered all the places I remembered from his books, and it was great. I also fully experienced how cool hostel life is, so many people from different parts of the world with many stories to tell.
This year I did so much (and a lot happened), traveled so much, learnt so much and understood that I still have a long way to go, but I'm all ready to go for it.

It's so funny when people ask me 'Where do you see yourself in 5 years?', and I reply, 'I don't even know what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow morning.' This to say that 5 years ago I would have never even imagined to be where I am right now. Some says life takes you where you're supposed to go, and that eventually you'll end up where you're meant to be. Well, I think it's mostly what we decide, what we choose, what we pursue, and what we do that takes us places or situations. Of course there is always going to be the feared Random Variable Of Life, but what is life without a little chaos, little risk and little surprise? There would be no feeling of fulfillment, achievement, accomplishment. No one likes the Random Variable, but we might just as well accept it, because it's not going away.
Life can hit you hard and make you fall, but it can also surprise you and leave you speechless. Isn't it what we all strive for?
Let's take travelling as example. Why do I like to travel so much? I think I finally figured it out. In the end it is to get to those five seconds of holding my breath in front of something new and marvelous. When I finally entered the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona and stared speechless for solid ten minutes at the sealing and those giant windows, I knew it was one of those moments I strive for. The feeling of breathtaking and the reminder that I am so small in this big world.

What happens when you finally get on the top of that enormous mountain you decided to climb? I'll leave the answer to you, and if you haven't reached the top of a mountain yet, well what are you waiting for?

Quote of the post: 

 "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does."

                                                                      - J.K. Rowling

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Up to you

My turn to write.

So if I see a shooting star, can I make a wish?
Sure you can. You can wish for whatever you want, but in the end it's up to you to turn that wish into reality.

Your way

My turn to write.

I've always heard people saying when things don't go right you go left.
It's a "saying", something "cool" you stick on your bedroom wall. Well if choices and life would be just matters of directions most problems wouldn't even exist.
Truth is, there is no right or left, as there's no black or white. It's all fucking grey my dears, so make decisions, take chances, take risks, fall down and come back up.