a daylight dream

I've heard and read more than a million definitions for life, but I refuse to believe them as definitions while they are merely perceptions; vivid, deep observations of different human minds. Life is beyond us and I think we won't be able to define it accurately for those who experienced what life is not are either unborn or dead, so we will never reach a full picture of what life is, and we cannot therefore compare it with other forms of existence. Back to the point. I was raised to believe that life is hard and that it takes to be strict, firm and non-resilient to be able to live it right. As a girl, I believed it and developed a fear from life, but inside there was always this courage that made me want to prove this perception wrong. I hated the thought of it, I detested waiting for life to be difficult to bear. It gets difficult for everyone, but it does not remain so if you are willing to let the ease surpass its dimensions. Growing up, I saw the ones around me get t

My parents grew me up to love nature and everything that evolved from it. I was raised in a garden full of daisies, cherry and apple trees, gooseberry shrubs and earthworms. I lived in that little garden, usually pretending I was somewhere else, probably somewhere ethereal or heavenly. I'd pick the daisies and dandelions and put them in my hair, walk my caterpillar toy down the streets. I even remember digging for earthworms and trying to wash them from the dirt, but they ended up draining in the sink. Back then, I didn't know what nature was, but it was a part of me, a part of my memories, my dreams, my childhood. Earth raised me and put a beautiful impact on my identity that I am eternally grateful for. I think I was part of this generation which was raised when Earth was partially stable. There were enough trees, sufficient fuel stores, clear air and water. It's dreadful to think that I'm only eighteen now and I'm witnessing this downfall. The pollution, c

I've always dreamed of being a sister, an older one, who would boundlessly provide care, fun and allowances and be that kind of jewelled friend that no other friendship can surpass its depth. Although my status of being a sister had been cruelly interrupted and scathed by others mistakes and choices, I must clearly state that I am blessed with a beautiful, smart, soulful sister. She is still 7 years old, but she had already imprinted a beautiful flowery road within my heart that speaks of affection and love. The secret garden So I spend my summers with her, in the deep green fields, spending rainy days painting, playing puzzles and chess, learning new words and watching movies. Needless to say, I even play Barbies with her and it kind of surprises me to feel bored playing with those dolls when they used to pretty much amount to my whole life back when I was young. I cannot deny that playing Barbies had significantly widened my imagination for there were always stories to mak