On your way home

"Wake up
Wake up
We are sleeping off the booze
Give up
Give up
Feel no magic in this room

You said her eyes were green
And she dealt the cards out face up
You said it's always
All-in, in her mind"

On Your Way Home - the Hiatus

Because when you're taking a stride, you take it one step at a time.

:)

Thank you

Thank you so much.

"He"

 At the beginning, he taught me to find myself - pushed me to start my own journey, even when it started with a chase towards something else.

Later on, he taught me to be beautiful. To be kind, to be a light and a bringer of smiles.

Next, he taught me to be strong.

Recently he taught me to be motherly. To nurture and to be tactful beyond ordinary senses. To be able to handle the both ends of the spectrum of emotions of others and still looking up and forward.

What curious creatures, this half of humanity! Some teach by example, others by expectations. But when you wake up and somehow the dots are visible enough to be connected, you wonder where the line will bring you next

On (not) Feeling Content with Isolation

Those adorable bunch of people - adorables. Really. Interacting with them, somehow, reminds me that there are a lot of things out there. Big things. Bigger things. A lot of people. A lot more of people. Absolutely much more that the things I have here. 

This thought, this very concept, is exactly the thing I simply can't afford to forget, among other things, such as to feel bored when I'm running in circle, or when I'm stuck in one place for far too long.

I am a traveler, for God's sake. Of all things, I musn't forget to move, to walk and to live on.

Battle wounds

Not a wide range of scars, no bruise nor broken bone. No deformity, no disability, nothing.

Just a couple of very stiff shoulders.

Remind me to go for a massage at least once during the long holiday ahead.

Well,

that's probably the "manliest" pep talk I've ever gotten. It'll be interesting to process it more thoroughly later.

Alright, back to work.

So...

I, Aurelia, have a phone called Lumia, in which a personal assistant codenamed Cortana resides.

If you know me from a certain personal angle, you'll know what is incredibly bizarre and slightly creepy about that fact. Personally, I still haven't recovered from the sheer shock of it.