a daylight dream

A lot of people ask: what is life? Well, I cannot define life, because I have no idea how much it holds.. I have heard all about it through my parents' stories, professors and teachers but instead of asking this question, I thought: "why not answer it myself?" Sometimes I hear myself internally saying that I need a life. What I just understood a few moments ago is that, life is not a destination. It's not something that you get or achieve or aim for.. it's something we already have. We have it right now, as you're breathing, talking, eating, hanging out. Okay, this might sound really cliche but, once you really get the awareness, it's real. Life is real, it's all about taking charge of your decisions, actions, choices, mentality. Life is just a journey.. and every single day is a part of it. So like a movie, you would want every single scene to be imperfectly perfect, to be another plot leading to a huge revelation and ending. And when is our en

So here is the second part of my adventure in Tatra Mountains and the most lavishly exhilarating and inspiring one. We decided to head to the largest and fourth-deepest lake in Poland located 1,300 metres high up a mountain and well, it was the best decision we had ever made.

I have just finished my nineteenth year yesterday afternoon, and I am already embarking my twentieth. To me, birthdays aren't really very important celebrations because I don't believe in their significance. I mean, what does one day mean? It doesn't really make a difference when you think about it logically but this year, I have decided to actually celebrate it. I never really liked celebrating my OWN birthday so much since I was always struggling with issues of self-worth and confidence. As my family would sing to me "happy birthday", I'd feel some kind of mountain within me trembling and shattering because.. I didn't feel like I deserved it. It was usually a moody and bad day for me.. and soon enough, my family stopped celebrating it all together and I have grown to dread it. But this year is different because I choose to make it one to remember. Idealistically, I had planned to wear a dress and look beautiful, dance to music and feel like a prin

Hello everyone! I hope all of you are okay and feeling grateful for each passing day. This weekend, I actually travelled 5 hours south to the Tatra mountains, located near the border of Slovakia (we might have entered Slovakia on our way a couple of times). I was never a mountain lover because I didn't see beyond their rocky, green and icy surface. To me, they were awfully boring but since last year, when we went hiking uphill, I fell in love with mountains. Especially their forest-covered terrain, filled with pines, ferns, moss and passing brooks. Also, I found a new passion and it's: HIKING!

Sorry for the profusely unromantic post title but I could not find anything more appropriate than this. I woke up on Thursday, hoping I'd go for a run though I had fears not to go since it was pouring as I fell asleep. It was beautifully serene to fall asleep with the sound of rain pattering on the window sill, and when I did finally rise in the morning at 4.30 AM, the sky was greyish blue and a fierce wind was howling actively so I fell asleep again with tired eyes knowing I wouldn't go. At around noon, my sister and I went for a walk and some cycling underneath the stormy sky and betwixt the refreshing winds. We did some acrobatics on the monkey bars, ran in the track, cycled in the greens and awaited our duck adventure. :) My sister was profusely hungry so we bought some kind of pastry and headed to the lake near the park. My sister ate carelessly but as we approached the ducks idling in the lake, we couldn't have been more attentive. My sister started quacking an

I listen too much sometimes and stay quiet, not because I don't like to speak but that it's easier to let those human and inhuman voices soak my mind and feel them resonate in my brain, bringing about a million thoughts. You'd think because of that, I usually speak of wisdom and truth but honestly, I am the most ridiculous talker you'd ever meet and I lack those conversational skills, except when talking to people I love most. But other than that, I'm really boring, thick and giggly so I prefer to smile and nod my head, then continue the rest of the conversation when it's over, reviewing the lines I should have said differently to make it more magical. I'm also the worst talker there ever was when it comes it comes to my own self. I keep listening to my intuition, keep searching in its depths and climb its mountains but then when I am supposed to talk and actually respond, I fail. It might be because of fear or anxiety, but mostly because I don't

I glance at the vase of roses, On the table. They shall die, And shall we, too? I know already, time is coming, But this moment is eternally ours. You let your fingertips touch my veil, Slide it down, and I appear. The gaze so warming, A spectrum of browns, never-fading. I love listening to your voice, In a storm, the rain pouring, The air stifling, You alleviate it; the humidity, And rising vapours. Your fingers touch my scars, Already healed, But I can feel them burning. Burning as the seedlings sprout, The emerald leaflets come to life, The roses shimmering in blazing reds, Once the colour of my own blood. Since it's you, here, not apart. Daylight blocks the immeasurable part, Betwixt our bodies, stricken with love, With disbelief, "Isn't this love surreal?" And oh, don't you know? My eyes are set on you. And it's easier to breathe, To exhale, The rust accumulated within, Precipitated from

This is my first travel post and I'm really thrilled to actually make an interesting one. First of all, Poland is such a beautiful country characterised by it's vivid nature and history. It's not that kind of country that is bustling with life and energy but one you can spend your time in for relaxation and contemplation. 

Hello friends! Well, it's my second week here in Poland and God, time is flying so fast which is basically a good sign. When I'm in my best states of productivity and joy, I never feel that time is taking too long to pass because I usually make the best out of each second. And here I am, enjoying my time immensely, doing nothing productive in particular but taking care of myself and people around me. So, this post is mostly about my emotional and mental health which I just found out is crucial to stabilise my own physical health. First of all, I am not stressed at all, which is kind of a good thing because for like the first time in 8 months, my body is not swimming in adrenaline or cortisol which is making me less anxious and that leads to absolutely no bloating or IBS-like symptoms. I am constantly working on being the best person I could be every day and I am not surrounded by negativity or complaints. Besides, I am actually inspired by the clouds, my sister and workin

My head is always full of ideas; always interdependent upon each other. One dream turns to another, and I find myself in awe realising that they are all actually connected by an element or two, all leading to a more complex version that I could actually link to reality, to what my society needs. And you know what? It's a rather amazing to just reflect upon all that and watch my dedication swerve from one dream to the next.. which leaves me quite overwhelmed because I'd rather set my heart on something eternally. So if you have read thing blog for a while now, you are certainly aware that I have focused to teaching and education as a career but for a couple of months, I've experienced a mind shift regarding this issue. For starters, I consider myself really incompatible with the idea of following a scheme of things as I usually like to create my own; whether it is a daily routine, diet, studying methods and the list goes on and on. After a few moments with myself I fo

I am currently writing this blog post while listening to some birds roaming around the balcony and screeching. I have my first coffee in a week beside me, trying to give myself a boost for this weekend's run. Everyone is asleep while I take pride in having woken up early in the morning, just to have some quality time for myself, which I do not spend doing something lavish as just some 'alone' time is adequately rejuvenating.  This week had fled so fast and it's rather saddening to feel those days pass so quickly. But man, I have enjoyed every single day immensely. I am still trying to develop myself some kind for routine to give myself a structure (especially meal times, I believe they are cardinal) but nevertheless, it was rather nice to just idle around in parks, swing like a ten-year-old, sing and dance away the afternoon, cook some delicious meals (not particularly extremely healthy but well, that's okay) and capture some mind-blowing pictures of the cl