Who knows?

After months of planning everything to the finest detail, on May 6th, 01:00pm, the race starts.  Not only in the city I live in but in thirty-seven other cities at exactly the same time. The time zones make for the different atmosphere in all of them. The moon over their heads, freezing cold temperatures, the sun so bright they get sunburnt or the rain that doesn’t let them open their eyes - they are still standing on the start and smiling because of the pride they feel.  Knowing that they are helping someone in need wakes up that warm feeling around their hearts.  “Wings for Life is an international not-for-profit spinal cord research foundation.”  Until my participation for the first time three years ago, as a 15-year-old I didn’t even know what the spinal cord was. This race raised my awareness of how many people actually suffer from  diseases affecting it. I couldn’t help but notice the feeling of empathy I felt for them. My will for helping them just keeps growing as

Considering people live aproximately eighty years and the fact that you can’t change the speed of time passing. With those two facts we already have a template for living.  You seem important, you are expected to make it in life and to be someone’s role model. You are taking photos of moments you enjoyed, writing down the memories, expressing yourself in the best way you can and trying to be the best version of yourself you could possibly be. At the end of the day, the only person you have to spend your whole life with is you and the whole time the goal is the moment you feel proud of what you have accomplished.  With the photos we took, memories we made, words we said out loud or wrote on a piece of paper, we are working on our existence. Our whole life they are important to us because they show that something happened, for us to remember ourselves as 12-year-olds. The point when they really become important is when you do something revolutionary in life. When students lear

There is a certain way that life should go and not everyone follows the road. I can promise you that I enjoyed childhood as much as possible. I played with Baby Born until the age of 11. I’m not saying that I had a normal childhood, indeed it was far away from a fairytale but I was living it like any other kid, doing all the girly things in my own little bubble. Without knowing anything about life on the streets and isolating myself from reality. Far away from living under the glass bell and I still didn’t realize what was happening on the other side of my window the whole time. What happened throughout my life was my reality and step by step I was starting to explore the land further than my doorstep. Suddenly, I started to enjoy sitting on the windowsill more often. Watching all the people passing by and looking down on their hairstyles, I couldn’t help but notice how many of them are wearing hoodies. Wake up baby girl, there is so much for you to see. Good and bad,

I’ve been waiting madam inspiration for weeks now. I feel like I’m waiting for something bad to happen, but the past three weeks have been nothing but joy. The only thing that would stop me once in a while from enjoying every moment of my day is to realize how happy I am and to remind myself to thank life. So maybe that’s exactly what I should write about.  Last night I was celebrating my 17th birthday.  I wanted to make this one special not only because this is the last one before the famous number of 18, but because I’ve never been this happy and it is something I wanted to remember until I become old and senile .  So when all seventeen of us gathered together for dinner I took a moment for them to listen.  With a speech planned two weeks ahead in my hands, I felt a degree of nervous apprehension when I stood up. Although I’m surrounded with probably the best people I could surround myself with at this point of life, I started to shake. My pulse got faster and my voice

No one really notices what’s going on in your head unless you open up to someone or make them realize that something is wrong wanting them to start a conversation. You don’t want to harass people with your problems without the question- What’s wrong?  Looking back on my life untill now, I remember how my walk would look like and what has been going around in my head the whole time. It’s possible to walk the walk without anyone noticing that you are breaking down inside.  I feel like my brain has around billion little parts that still didn’t find a place to sit and stay. They are just wandering back and forth trying out different shapes so they can fit in a puzzle.  With that said, as a child you start questioning yourself what would it be like to read minds.  The mind of a child visualizes reading minds as a fun thing that could ease your life and save you the problems. How cool would it be if you could know every brilliant idea someone thinks of?  Of course I can’t le

There is 7 billion of us. Small little creatures looking up at the same sky and trying to catch the same star. Even as a pilot or a passenger on a plane, you can’t touch the clouds. There is a thin piece of glass separating you from something you are trying to reach your whole life. Every cloud is an unreachable dream of yours. So when I, as a child from a small country, get the opportunity to fly through the clouds on my way to New York fucking city I expect from myself a little more grateful and happier reaction since it’s a dream come true.  Why now? After all times a wished for a once in a lifetime chance to go there. You know before, I would die for a walk through the places that are in so many movies or a cigarette lit on the stairs of Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment on 64 Perry Street.  New York.       Manhattan.  Sex.  and the City.  Did you know that a cigarette lit after sex makes ten times more damage to your body than a regular cigarette lit just becaus