When plans are not enough!.
Surrealistic. Days in Israel are purely surrealistic now. There are cities, which are untouched. The soil, the daily routine, the Shabat, the nights. Untouched. No sirens, no bummmms. And there are cities, where nothing is untouched. The soil, the daily routine, the Shabat, the nights. All touched. Sirens, running, hiding, bummms. I am going from…
It seems I got a VIP ticket to heaven. Starting my second day with the sun, sea, sand, air nature set mingled with the run, yoga, swim, meditate set just cannot lead me to any other worlds than heaven. I wish I could keep my ticket and I would get a free entry to this…
Yesterday was a special day. The most special person in my life celebrated an additional year in his life. For some reason, since our first celebrations together, we tend to give moments and experiences as our present as opposed to buy something. Nothing is bad with buying something, but somehow with us it came other way around.
One of the moments given to him was a letter. A letter from me that was born on an intimating white paper and a pen by a cup of strong coffee and automatically developing falling tears.
It was for him. From me.
But today, decided that I will share it further. Why?
– because it is not something to hide. These are feelings from humans.
Who should read it?
– all the people, who somehow tried/trying to tear us apart (including family and friends);
– all the people, who believe that in the 21st century’s manipulated social life ‘for us everything is so is easy, because we smile’; No! It is not but we do smile!
– all the people, who ever been in love;
– and for all the people, who, sometimes, wants to give up;
19th day of #100HAPPYDAYS is a day to celebrate, remember and appreciate that 2.5 years ago I was given a new chance as he entered to my life. He changed it completely, turned it up-side-down, which was both scary and beautiful. The story is still on, hopefully for long. I don’t say forever because I…
Surfing the net after 3 days OFFLINE status I bumped into the following hashtag twice: #100HappyDays. Yeah-yeah another how to be generator – I thought quickly. But I do not believe in coincidences; so I click while taking another sip from my bad-taste morning coffee. A few minutes later I found myself typing my name automatically…