Day 282. Lesson learnt

   Building a house is a tough job that takes years, yet a strong wind can shake it in a matter of seconds. 

  How do you react to it? Do you watch it shred your house to pieces then say there's nothing you can do to undo the damage or do you wait for it to pass then try your best to mend what was broken and take it as a lesson to be learnt?

   The wind comes from time to time. It has to. That's its job. But there's always something you can fix after it passes. It's your choice if you want to do it or not but if you just walk away at the first sign of strong wind you lose the house you built with a lot of hard work and passion. And you don't want that, do you? So be patient and let the storm pass, but never give up. In the end it's the house of your dreams, right? The one worth fighting for. So go back and rescue it.

Day 179. Go with the wind

   Today a furious wind took over the city. Even if the sun was trying to shine and make everything look brighter, the wind would always be one step ahead. 

   I changed my coat today. Took a lighter one. And the wind took me by surprise. This made me think of the times when we're taken by surprise and we go with the wind that steal us away from ourselves. Would you let yourself be bent and broken by the wind? Or would you stand still and fight? Would you start complaining or would you do something about it? Sometimes it's ok to go with the wind because it's like going with the flow, but in most cases doing this can only cause you more trouble. 

    So, less going with the wind and more fighting. Become a warrior. Stand still and always remember who you are and what you want. Never let them set boundaries that harm your personality, your real self. Be yourself no matter the weather! Be strong! 

Day 17. Buried treasures

   

   Most of us have good memories from childhood regarding our time spent to the countryside with our grandparents. In my case, a new visit revived the feeling of freedom, the smell of green grass in spring, the wind through my hair while chasing butterflies, the smell of fresh cheese cake made by grandma. I had simple grandparents. Simple, yet humble and good people. Now it's all deserted back there. It's like time has buried all these treasures somewhere down deep and now it's a whole new land. A deserted one. One that tells you life has come to an end there. I miss my grandparents...