What do you want?


We err because we are human but on another hand we do create the world we live in within.

We human are not perfect in any means.Although we seek perfection in everything we do,the notion of perfections dime dire along the way especially when dealing with people.

Carnegie once said and I quote:

When dealing with  people,let us remember we are not dealing with creature of logic.We are dealing with creation of emotion,creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity.

Sigmund Freud said that everything you do spring from two motives:the sex urge and the desire to be great.

I want to reiterate again the question?What you and I really want?In one of my post I wrote about Marslow;s needs and what we need to fulfil our life .As matter of fact some of our needs are usually gratified as we need them in order to survive e.g. food,sleep,good health,money ,well being,relationship and so forth.All these wants come with a price if not well balanced but we do need them in a order or another with except one-the desire to be important,to do great ,to make a difference.

I believe we crave and we long to be someone,to be important and the deepest principle in human nature is to be appreciated for yourself,for what you are and what you do.

Carnegie also said that if our ancestors hadn’t had this flaming urge for a feeling of importance,civilisation would have been impossible.

It was the desire for a feeling of importance that inspired Dickens to write his immortals novels.This desire inspired Christopher Wren to design his symphonies in stones.This desire inspired Obama to become the first black president in history of America.The desire to change the technology inspire Bill gates to change the way we communicate and translate data and so forth.

The desire to feel important also make you and I want to get the best job,wear the latest styles,drive the latest cars and talk about our brilliant achievements.

But the desire to feel important has also a dark side when lure people to engage in bad activities or even to destroy their own lives.It could also go to some extent that will lead people to go insaneWith life once wrecked,all dreams ships on the sharp rock of reality which often is become harder to digest.

I am just thinking that we often criticise the failure and lavish the success and these attributes often groom our way of dealing with people.We do illustrate the truth in a very harsh way and rather to provide incentives to our desire to succeed we tend to criticise our own existence -our own to be.

The best example was given by Livinston Larned in his letter to his son “Father forgets” and this is a beautiful tribute to the relationship he had with his son.

‘’Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply,

“Hold your shoulders back!”

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive‐and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.

And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me?

The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding‐this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy‐a little boy!”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.-W. Livingston Larned’’

One of the most neglected virtues of our daily existence is appreciation.We neglect to give praise and appreciate of what is in front of us.Lets chase thinking of our accomplishments,our wants,our desire to do great.Lets for once cherish moments,good work and treasure what is among us and that is the most gem that flatter our existence.Lets try for once to do great within our means and try to be grateful for what we achieved so far.

What  do you really want? As per se,I want to create memory ,to create greatness but I am not afraid to unveil my vulnerability to the unknown.The power and the limits is within us so lets try to unleash our powers.


Vulnerability-the gift of imperfection


Howdy everyone!

I hope all of you have a great Sunday.Most of you who know me either,personally or virtually, know that  I am a bookworm,a type of person who reads a lot.Studies show that  reading can increase our emotional intelligence as we understand a range of perspectives and motivations.And as you immerse yourself in a book you can discover that everything you read fills your head with new bits of information, and you never know when it might come in handy. The more knowledge you have, the better-equipped you are to tackle any challenge you’ll ever face.

Additionally, here’s a bit of food for thought: should you ever find yourself in dire circumstances, remember that although you might lose everything else—your job, your possessions, your money, even your health—knowledge can never be taken from you.Anyway I am not here to explain the benefits of reading and why and why should not read but to talk a bit about a book I have read recently.The book is called” The gift of imperfection” by Dr.Brene Brown and to be honest the book marked somehow my existence.Although I am fairly a confident person I have areas in my life that shackles with insecurities therefore I present myself with an high level of vulnerability.

At some point in life I thought that showing vulnerability will make me weak and powerless but the truth is  vulnerability is one of the quality that makes us human.

Most of our male readers may want to make remarks that vulnerability is highly visible at women as we,the weakest link of our society,we are somehow the type of desperate,having a longing desire to fit in as we are small and scared.The truth is ,although women show high level of vulnerability they bounce forward with an unquenchable desire to step into their power.Women don’t mask their vulnerability ,they carry that with grace and beauty.

Myself as a woman have an innate power to show and learn from my vulnerability.My state of being means that I am open for wounding but also for pleasure,for search and desire.I am open to new lessons,new situation,new people and things that can either shake by existence and make me more vulnerable than ever.But I believe that putting ourself there in the open takes vulnerability.Having an acknowledge of your vulnerability is never easy but it is better to be open about what you are,what you do,emotions,feelings,experiences than to close ourselves off.And while such vulnerability creates all sorts of possibilities, both good and bad, its very existence is exciting.

Brene teaches us that being vulnerable is an asset to our ability to co-exist in today world.Vulnerability is about takings risks and removing masks that facade unhappiness,sorrow,sadness and feelings that we don’t want to speak about.Somehow we learnt to burry emotions and feelings and get numb and hard to feel.But numbness is an armour and you have to remove it to let feelings and emotions conquer your existence.

Vulnerability is my gift of imperfection.Its my reminder that I am allowed to feel and be cut open to the world.We can not banish imperfection but rather we can embrace it.We are wonderful beautiful people,some broken and some none broken and that is what connect us.Vulnerability is a reminder that we are all in this together.I would rather be me than to create a perfect image of what I should be.

I sum this post with a masterpiece called “Perfectly Imperfect”

We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.

Along this gravity-driven journey, some snowflakes collide and damage each other, some collide and join together, some are influenced by wind… there are so many transitions and changes that take place along the journey of the snowflake. But, no matter what the transition, the snowflake always finds itself perfectly shaped for its journey.

I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered… we take different physical forms. But at all times we too are 100% perfectly imperfect. At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.

Think of what understanding this great orchestration could mean for relationships. Imagine interacting with others knowing that they too each share this parallel with the snowflake. Like you, they are headed to the same place and no matter what they may appear like to you, they have taken the perfect form for their journey. How strong our relationships would be if we could see and respect that we are all perfectly imperfect for our journey.”

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

As today is the first day

New Year’s Day. A fresh start. A new chapter in life waiting to be written. New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved. Answers to be discovered and then lived in this transformative year of delight and self-discovery. Today carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand. Only dreams give birth to change. Sarah Ban Breathnach

Some of us make New Year resolutions and (sometimes) we even manage to tick them off, but I suspect that for most of us the beginning of the year is a time when we all feel the need for a change. So here we are, ready to start the year with a list of wishes and plans.
I guess that  New Year’s goals eclipse the self discovery path where we dig within and discover what you would like to have happen in your life this year. If you already decided that you need to polish your adventurous side than start to  climb mountains, sail the oceans, sleep under the stars, get lost in towns, learn new things, meet people, go on new adventures, be brave and … be happy!
The most important part is to create memories that you will cherish in the years to come.
As for me I am going to reflect more on daily life,make small changes  in the the way I do things,I will be more brave and pay more attention to people and places around me.I will try to focus on blessing,forgiveness,love and humanity.
Funnily enough, I have just finished one of Paulo Coelho’s book and I was checking the reviews of the book when I spotted an entry on his personal blog and it was the  moment when I realised that his post resonates so well with my thoughts and feelings.It weird that some articles go ways down to our soul and recover our long broken and shaken lives.More than anything else Paulo talks about his view on life.Herein I have experienced  one tiny moment where I were struck by lightning.His words are the food for my soul however I am planning to share his blog with my audience and hope his words have the same effect on you as it had on me.Here is it:http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2017/01/01/today/

I am going to think of this day as the first day of my life.

If it’s cloudy, I want to watch to see in which direction the clouds are going. I always think that I don’t have time or don’t pay enough attention.

Above my head exists a sky about which all humanity, over thousands of years, has woven a series of reasonable explanations.
Well, I will forget everything I learned about the stars and they will be transformed once more into angels or children or whatever I feel like believing at that moment.

Time and life have given me plenty of logical explanations for everything, but my soul feeds on mysteries. I need mystery, I need to see the voice of an angry god in a rumble of thunder, even though many of you here might consider that heresy.
I want to fill my life with fantasy again, because an angry god is far stranger, far more frightening and far more interesting than a phenomenon explained by the sages.

For the first time, I will smile without feeling guilty, because joy is not a sin.
For the first time, I will avoid anything that makes me suffer, because suffering is not a virtue.

I will not complain about life, saying: everything’s always the same and I can do nothing to change it. Because I am living this day as if it were my first and, while it lasts, I will discover things that I did not even know were there.

Even though I have walked past the same places countless times before and said ‘Good morning’ to the same people, today’s ‘Good morning’ will be different. It will not be a mere polite formula, but a form of blessing, in the hope that everyone I speak to will understand the importance of being alive, even when tragedy is threatening to engulf us.

I will pay attention to the words of the song the minstrel is singing in the street, even though others are not listening because their souls are heavy with fear. The music says: ‘Love rules, but no one knows where it has its throne; in order to know that secret place, you must first submit to Love.’

And I will have the courage to open the door to the sanctuary that leads to my soul.
May I look at myself as if this were the first time I had ever been in contact with my own body and my own soul.
May I be capable of accepting myself as I am: a person who walks and feels and talks like anyone else, but who, despite his faults, is also brave.

May I be amazed by my simplest gestures, as if I were talking to a stranger; by my most ordinary emotions, as if I were feeling the sand touching my face when the wind blows in from Baghdad; by the most tender of moments, as when I watch my wife sleeping by my side and try to imagine what she is dreaming.

And if I’m alone in bed, I will go over to window, look up at the sky and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.

And then I will have lived each hour of my day as if it were a constant surprise to me, to this ‘I’, who was not created by my father or my mother or by school, but by everything I have experienced up until now, and which I suddenly forgot in order to discover it all anew.

And even if this is to be my last day on Earth, I will enjoy it to the full, because I will live it with the innocence of a child, as if I were doing everything for the first time.


As today is a new day I take the opportunity to tell you to enjoy life,to be amazed by places,people around you,laugh more and do more.We have to remember that we only live for today as tomorrow is never promised and make every new day as your first day,make every new day a new beginning..

An empty jar-a new beginning

An empty jar – a new beginning ,collections of moments,hopes and dreams


“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language

And next year’s words await another voice.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

(Little Gidding)” ― T.S. Eliot

Only few yours left until we will welcome the new year.I wanted to start afresh with an empty jar ,where I will place all my dreams and hopes,ambitions ,things I want to do,places I want to see and people I want to meet.My empty jar will be my reminder that I need to place also all the good things that will happen along the way.Although I have my faults and mistakes  and oh boys they are like counting stars I would like to believe that I am not bound to my past as I am not anymore the person I used to be.My bad choices defined me on where I were yesterday,the day before yesterday and merely that  not define the person I am today and definitely ,it wont define the person I will become.My feelings will evolve over the time and although some of them will diminish will time some will grow in intensity.I am ready for the new year and what yet has to come,with the new hour who is lying ready for me,perfect,unspoiled,canny.I am so ready for that unspoiled and unseen moment when I can turn over a new leaf and where I can write a new chapter.

The new year is a time where I can start over where I will be able to voice my own opinion,to live my untamed life and for that matter I don’t need to justify my feelings and actions although I would love to think that I will still be able to make some difference into people life,do good,learn good and share good.

My new jar,metaphorically will be my walk forward with a positive outlook toward a better life,a better version of me.I can start over without thinking of where my choice lies ,in determining how I will meet the inevitable end of things, and how I  will greet each new beginning.Every single created moment  should be a new beginning where I will try again for something that is beyond attainment.

One of my best quote and one of my goal is to reach high and Louisa May Alcott described beautifully:

“Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.”

New year will be a roller coaster ride of new beginnings,new hopes,new aspirations,new feelings,new emotions.It will be my journey throughout rainstorms and sunshine,sprinkled with happy or sad moments but I am all  ready for it.

My empty jar awaits like an half empty clepsydra for counted and recounted moments…As the present and the future intertwined and compromise my desire for unknown,I have hope that never died and it has been the sun of my existence.Hope is part of my life and I hope on and I hope ever.

So I place hope in my empty jar and I believe that Hope will be my beaming star for year to come.

Having an empty jar isn’t enough in itself, but it has often been foundational to real changes,real new year resolution.Making something visible and ready to be used is usually the first step in getting and achieving your goal.The first thing to do is to start living and that suppose to be your new year resolution.We live in a society enriched with power and possibilities ,we have revolutionary ideas about of what we dream about and have impressively tools and resources to put them into practice.

Paul Goodman famously wrote, “Suppose you had the revolution you are talking and dreaming about. Suppose your side had won, and you had the kind of society that you wanted. How would you live, you personally, in that society? Start living that way now!”

I want also to include Pablo Neruda too:Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.


I wish you enough

It’s been a great year for me and as it comes to an end I am reflecting on the goods and the bad.Although some things didn’t go as expected I have so many blessings I have to count on.We often think that we don’t get enough of what we need but if you step back and look on what you have I think we have more than enough….

Most people tend to complain that they never have enough but what is your definition of enough??

Is there a metaphor of the word “greediness “or just a need to be in trend with the society?

I would like to share with you Bob’s stories which was originally included in “Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul”and now featured in a collection of Bob’s storiesbased on the eight wishes.
“I Wish You Enough: Embracing Life’s Most Valuable Moments…One Wish at a Time” (Hardcover)
Thomas Nelson Publishers
By Bob Perks

I never really thought that I’d spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports.
I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to “hello” and “goodbye.” I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories for you.
I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.
Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.
On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even said goodbye.”
She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long will you…Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye.
But I learn from goodbye moments, too.
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, “I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.”
They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?”
“Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.
So I knew what this man experiencing.
“Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?” I asked.
“I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral,” he said.
“When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”
He began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.”When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he
were reciting it from memory.


He then began to sob and walked away.
My friends, I wish you enough!
Bob Perks

as for me,I wish to all my readers that you have enough of whatever you need and more importantly I wish you enough…to close this year chapter and open a new one with new dreams,new aspirations,new goals and at last I wish you to pray for all the blessings you have…the world is a wild animal and could devour you open so think twice of what you wish for…


The butterfly effect

As Jim Rohn once said, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” Do yourself a favour; search for jobs with purpose and choose your boss before your title or company.

Have you ever heard about the butterfly effect and what is the impact when the butterfly collides from within?

There are two theories I could adhere too but lets get simplistic and just mention them rather than be overreactive and make preamble assumption.:

1.“A phenomenon in which a small perturbation in the initial condition of a system results in large changes in later conditions. Such phenomena are common in complex dynamical systems and are studied in chaos theory.

[From the idea that the tiny atmospheric changes caused by the flap of a butterfly’s wings can ultimately have major effects on the course of the weather.]

American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition. Copyright © 2016 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

2.(General Physics) the idea, used in chaos theory, that a very small difference in the initial state of a physical system can make a significant difference to the state at some later time

[C20: from the theory that a butterfly flapping its wings in one part of the world might ultimately cause a hurricane in another part of the world]

Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged, 12th Edition 2014 © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2014

It is often said that we often pick bosses over companies when it comes to jobs.There are lots of articles that advise us to pick the right boss over the company and reconsider what type of job we might want to take if successful upon interview.Some theories said that the right boss could boost your career opportunities in a way you never imagined.Also in the hand of a good boss you could have unlimited potential for growth and development and the ripple effect is imaginable with mounts of benefits.

Recently I have read a book from Kevin Eikenberry, From Bud to Boss: Secrets to a Successful Transition to Remarkable Leadership and he said and I quote: “Focusing on others will give you more influence and power than focusing on yourself.”

I have to admit that having the right network will give you more influence and power,it will make you marketable regardless of your job title.Couple of years back, I wrote a post about weak ties and I enclose the link below just in case you want to read it:


By cultivating rich social networks, by cultivating weak ties, not just close ties but the weak ties, by becoming connectors and by connecting others so that they connect us, we create a world in which these self-amplifying feedback loops feed on top of each other.Jason Silva

I believe in communicating through the weak ties we need explicit language which is well understood by everyone.Therefore the more weak ties we have,the more connected to the world we are and we are more likely to get information about new jobs which are going on in the market,new trends which are good for your career development and progression,new ideas which could help you with your entrepreneurial skills or even with your leadership status quo.Although the ripple effect cab have a positive effect into your career ,it could also turn sideways and engrave a negative image of what you are or what you do.Picking the wrong boss could endeavour your fitness for purpose and within a big organisation the ripple effect could have a lethal impact into your career.As matter of fact ,you can cause the success or failure for a company just by performing everyday tasks. If in your job duties you make a mistake this may cause issues with the rest of your department if not caught in the interim. If still not caught, other departments are going to be affected by the mistake in an indirect way, thus leading to the customer. At this point you have indirectly affected the customer, one of which you may never see or speak. If that customer receives a product that is not to his standards, he may not want to come back to the company for any additional service and that leads to how well or long the company will survive.

I do advise you to be careful about your boss,your manager or supervisor or any senior might be.Within wrong hands you could create waves of negativities that could leverage your performance or even worse.If you don’t set things into motion right the butterfly effect could trickle to a raging river nearly instantaneously. Although some ripple takes on a life of its own, there are ways to begin the trend slowly over time.


Just think twice about what effect we have on others and vice versa.Think about our friends,people we connect with,our spouses and our bosses.As a metaphor, the butterfly effect has come to signify a series of seemingly trivial and unrelated events that collectively have a massive impact later, whether in causing storms or influencing your life.There is so much to talk about and I don’t want to juxtapose into a blaggery post by writing hundreds and hundreds of words just to give you something to think about but rather I will sum up with a beautiful quote:

‘’Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves. Drew Barrymore’’

Dare to morph into something beautiful,bursting forth into unexpected glory.

je suis ce que je suis ….


Amidst the confusion of the times, the conflicts of conscience, and the turmoil of daily living, an abiding faith becomes an anchor to our lives. Thomas S. Monson

I believe that we need motivation to keep us going regardless of destination.I ,among others follow the herd of people who embrace the daily living obligations.I often solitude with the ones who had the  courage to take the risks and became better for themselves.

I am that girl that needs hope and dreams to function normal.Although daily living is  a matter of turmoil and struggles, I feel blessed to have the knowledge and choices to make wise decisions about how I want to live my life.

I am a girl with an independent attitude towards life and I believe that tomorrow brings another hope,another dreams,another opportunity and on top on that it brings courage to transform ourselves into a better person.And yet,tomorrow is another day.

I mirror life with a positive outlook.I embrace a gratitude towards the nature and people because  I find solitude in internal happiness.

I am that girl who seems to conquer the world with slower and slower steps but willing to look to improve my weaknesses as I move along.My hopes turns into big dreams and as I stare at the clouds and dream with my eye open I think of all the people out there who still struggle and have no opportunities to get choices of what to do and when .The who’s ,how and what are forbidden questions.For them, future seems grey.The silver lining of the clouds slowly die under burden of hidden bricks.The Hemingway ethos of the “ man and the sea” remains a cloudy bitter lemonade.There is no connections between the man and the nature and as considering the latest worldly and catastrophic events there is no hope for closed places.The boundaries and borders make people enraged and disconnected and weaknesses become the powerful weapons.

I am still fortunate to express myself in a language often understood only by myself.My mind wonders freely and by brain is wired oddly but beautifully.I have a messy and beautiful brain that only stop when its time to rest.At night it dreams of Nile,pyramids ,Indiana Jones and much more.During the day ,I think therefore I exist.Like Descartes I analyse my surroundings and I test my powers.Limitless in thoughts I am wondersome.I am Alice in wonderland and for minutes I get scared of unknown and that is something normal to experience.

I am that girls that acknowledge that I have weaknesses like everybody else but amidst conscience I don’t let my weaknesses to destroy my future.I am fully aware that our weaknesses are our greatest enemies but sometimes its better to sleep with the enemy rather to kill the poor soul.

I am that girl that I put myself in other people’s shoes and I try to see life from their angle.I try to understand how they feel at that moment in time and try to understand their coping strategies.

I often ask myself if we need education to become better person or we need to become humble in order to overcome burden.

Life is full of choices and ‘’Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. Kevyn Aucoin

Today I choose to become a better person.Today I learn that I need people around me to feel content.Today I choose to be humble and share my happiness and knowledge with others.

Although minimalistic in options and choices I chose to share some thoughts from time to time however I am grateful to learn from all of you what life is all about.

I choose to learn.To explore and discover what life has in store.I choose to be strong and more resilient.I learn to adapt to change and be open to suggestions.

Nevertheless I continuosly embrace a new me and if I am not happy ,I don’t need to stay in that trance.I need more time to evolve to the new me but I am more powerful than ever.

I am a beautiful mess but I love it.