The Whisper

My personal opinion is that each person who gets into one’s heart is settled there forever. No other person can take one's spot. People do come and go, that's true, but the feelings we had for them, or at least the memories of those feelings last forever and continue to exist in that special part of the heart.

That is why it rarely occurs to me that we are replaceable. It does not matter if you once were a close friend to someone, if you had deep emotions for each other, if you were like close family, went to the same school or shared any kind of common experience… People fill the emptiness once you leave. It is in human nature to fix the holes, to repair the damaged.

I always had sense of pity, and admiration at the same time, for those who have an ability to isolate emotions from other things they do in life, for I trusted myself that the feelings are the drive for everything you do and that without them, you can never truly succeed. They are the fuel that keeps us running, but as any fuel, emotions are highly flammable. Everything good in life, comes with the caution label, and does it really make sense that you give up the good things just to isolate yourself from the possibility of getting hurt?

Statistics prove that heart failure is the most common type of death. In the fast time we live, we have certainly forgotten how to savor life… We pursue careers, rarely stop to enjoy because we are too busy surviving in nowadays materialistic world… We’ve forgotten how to express genuine feelings without using tactics…These are the times when our hearts turn backs on us. "Why do men love bitches?", is the name of a bestseller I have read couple of months ago. Surely, it has some useful advice on how to appreciate yourself more in the relationship but still... What happened to the good old fairy tales where love comes unconditionally? Now we live with masks, hiding who we truly are, thinking of strategies, behaving more like algorithms than like human beings.

An amazing person recently shared this beautiful citation with me:

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover,

everyone becomes a poet.

-Plato

I wonder: until we "become poets", are we all just a random page in someone's diary and nothing more than that?

I promised myself I won’t ask these questions. Paulo Coelho says that it is good to bear in mind that these question do exist and that even though we will never get the answers we still manage to find ways to be happy and live peacefully. However, "peaceful" is not the adjective that I want to use in future when i turn back to describe my life. I want to seek, to make mistakes, to think I've found and get disappointed, to cry along the sad songs. and then again get up and seek...all over again- until I find what I need.

I don't want to be afraid of getting hurt, for scars are the prof that we have survived the fall. After the time passes, some of them are barely visible, some of them are deep and ugly. But as long as you have them, you will know that you, for some reason, survived what other did not. You are richer for an experience, for a loss… The person I deeply cared about once said to me that the pain is healing and that it builds character. He said that if you know how to cherish sadness, you'll also know how to cherish love better than the others.

So, after putting all that's on my mind on the plain white computer screen, I have to admit that I do feel better. My friend Ana says that in the end, we do write just for ourselves. It is our way to express what we feel. :)

...το καλοκάιρι μου

The most extraordinary things appear on the horizon when you least expect them. Sounds like a cliché but, as years pass by, it seems to me that the confirmations of this saying hide around each and every corner. It also seems to me that real-life dreams can only be dreamed once you dare to walk on the street with your eyes closed and selfishly concentrated on just one thing - your happiness. Weird it is, to close your eyes in the middle of the crowd and walk, but I

believe that then in that moment you can experience the joy of dreaming awake. We rarely stop to care about ourselves. We deserve to be occupied just by ourselves sometimes, right? :)

Well, this was my summer. The only summer that I slept through even though I spent not so many hours actually sleeping, if that makes sense in any way. :)

I am still trying to figure out at which point I let myself forget about the rest of the world. I erased all the worries that I had on my mind... I stopped the time and enjoyed myself …

The one who believes in fairy tales, such as myself, never gives up on thinking how everything that happens in life is surely meant to be. The sea offers such a dazzling vista once it starts waking up with the sun… Covered in beautiful colors of sunrise, alongside the beach of Ierissos, the sea had given to me the most beautiful present I could have expected. A memory that will last forever. There will probably be many more sunrises, but not like that one. That one was special. Snuggled in a Greek hug with feeling of gentle touch of morning breeze on my cheeks, I experienced a sheer bliss… It was certainly one of a kind. Was the feeling mutual? That I have yet to discover. I would like to think there was more to it than just the beauty of the nature I was surrounded by.

The paths on which we walk are unpredictable. Each day brings us the joy of unexpected and encourages us to embrace the unknown. The odds are we are never going to experience the same moment twice. Τα Πάντα ῥεῖ, says Heraclitus. It will be either us who will be changed, or it will be the time which knows for no pause. Every moment we stop to think, we forget to cherish that fleeting present we have. I guess we would all feel much more relieved if only we lived more and thought less. Things that we regret in life are things that we never did. “What we remember the most are the things that never happened”, says Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I would add to the sentence, that we remember the most the things that never happened but could have happened while we were trying to make up our minds on whether we should do something or not. Alongside with those are the things that happened to us in the moments we decided to embrace.

This is the time for us to live. To figure out who we want to be. To enjoy every moment of a crazy ride. To stay up awake the whole night and watch the sunrise. To take a swim in the sea at night. To sing in the shower at the risk of driving the neighbors crazy. To lie in bed when you feel like watching cartoons all day. To laugh until you cry. Or to cry until you feel like laughing again. It is the time for us to do the things we want to do. To drink watermelon Bacardi Breezer and eat gyros. To play basketball. To get wasted with your friends. Do not contemplate about big life issues, about divine truths. They will all catch up with you later in life. Now, just enjoy it.

Everything happens for a reason. I just need to find mine. And I will. In due time. Maybe next year in Ierissos. Maybe here in Belgrade. Maybe on some other place in this small world. We are the writers of our own stories.

Don't go around the world saying that the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. -Mark Twain

Do what you want to do. Живот је само један. :))))