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Oh the places you will go... five security checks later, including a random check where I had to empty the contents of my bag in front of a lovely female Austrian security guard, I am finally an the way home! Let me tell you, you really start questioning your packing decisions when you have to have them out on display 😂😂😂 See you soon LA!
The original well-being resort in Hua Hin, Chiva Som (re-opening in November 2019) has been improving guests’ long-term health for a quarter of a century. 🧘🏽♀️🧘🏻♂️
Programmes are wholly bespoke and designed to change the way people live. Guests can choose general goals; detox, de-stress, weight-loss, fitness and yoga; or specifically target chronic medical or emotional issues and even post-cancer recovery.
Unlike my mobile phone memory, I don’t think that there can be too many photographs.
All of them are the pieces of reality, cut from it and trapped in the exact moment. Collecting photographs and storing them all in one place is thus somewhat similar to collecting butterflies. Both actions encompass catching extremely short-living creature, depriving it of their life and ensuring that they will be trapped forever somewhere, staying dear to us. That they won’t perish from the existence as they become dead. And moments, those milliseconds, die faster than any of the butterflies.
All of the pictures are the orchestrated glimpses at the world. Something always stays behind as only pretty, important or photogenic things are captured. By taking pictures, we change a world slightly so it could satisfy our needs. Standing at the same place (a beach, for example), one could take a picture of themselves (the main need is to show that they are there), of waves (to illustrate the reassuring power of the sea) or of plastic bags by the shore (highlighting the pollution issue and the need to preserve the nature). All of those people might be at the same place at the same time but still see different things. They take pictures of entirely different fragments of the reality, bending the world to their will.
More than the depicted image, what was left out of bounds matters. The entire world that didn’t fit into camera, that was left to wait. All those feelings and hopes, often hidden from the camera eye, events of the day. All those impalpable and indescribable things one could remember while looking at the picture. And smile warmly.
We will never be the same we were on those pictures.
The places will never be the same.
The world and time itself won’t be the same, either.
Isn’t it wonderful?
Thanks for taking many of them so I could choose✨
This is by far the most powerful and impressive thing I saw in Prague - the Memorial to the Victims of Communism.
I wanted to see it as I was initially surprised by its existence. And all those tormented, dissolving figures, marching down the stairs with hope drained out of their lifeless eyes really left me in shock. They made me think of people who suffered and died because of the mighty few. People, the names of whom we might never know thanks to those “rulers”, who wanted to prove something to the world and themselves, thus playing sick games, seeing the world as they playground lab and treating the people around them as though they were objects. Never had any respect for such “leaders”.
I haven’t always been a pacifist, as there were time when I were convinced that the ends justify the means. Took me a while to realize how wrong and naive I were.
Nothing can justify killing people or ruining their lives, nothing and no one are even worth it. We only get to live once in the entire eternity, we don’t live long and every second is precious. So is the human life which cannot be taken away or threatened by the single desire of anyone.
When I was watching HBO Chernobyl series recently, I often caught myself thinking why the people agreed to sacrifice themselves and risk their lives at the first place? Was the propaganda really that strong that they believed in USSR so much and forgot to care about themselves? I was thinking that if I were there, I would turn everybody down and just leave or file a lawsuit. No man, no idea, no country are worth me risking my health and life altogether.
But then I realized a simple and yet disturbing thing: If such thing happens, nobody will ask for my agreement.
I think that nothing defines any person better than the things they love. Nothing else has such powerful influence over mind and body, giving the reason for opening eyes every day, making one unstoppable and inspired. ▫️
The things we love aren’t permanent. They change over time. There is nothing wrong with it as every period of life is the time of love towards something or even someone.
Once the passion dries out, the love itself changes its focus and flows like a river again, filling the veins with unmistakable tingle. Speeding up the heart beat, making this blood pump flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. Lighting the flame deep inside which is so warm and so bright that it could be seen through one’s eyes and in every word spoken.
I think, from time to time, it is useful to stop for a moment and try to define the things one really loves, not being expected or forced to love (the pressure can be surprisingly strong). Figure out those things that mean the world, the single thought of which makes the chilliest of days warmer. Giving purpose in life. ▫️
As you can see in this pic, I’m really into walking around cities at night lol. ✨
I don’t want to be anyone else but myself.
Every day I wake up determined to become the better version of me whom I were yesterday.
I want to be more understanding, more supportive towards people and more determined towards my own goals. I want to help, I want to make the entire world a little bit more pleasant place to be in. I want to always see this universe as a giant miracle that I am fortunate enough to witness. I want to always greatly respect the work of other people, the legacy they leave (or left) behind. Never miss anything out. Never diminish one’s efforts or time. Because every living soul matters. And every labor does matter, too. Especially if it is art we are talking about.
So I do my best.
I recite in my head that it is never too late to make things right, to make amends for what I did being up in the arms when caught in my own battles.
It is never too late to change. It is never too late to learn or do something. It is never too late to notice the world and people around you.
And it is certainly never too late to become one step closer to the person you want to become.
Perhaps, the cruelest thing ever done to the humanity was making it believe.
Believe in all sorts of things.
Believe that tomorrow they will wake up in a different, better world, whereas in fact it doesn’t change this way overnight. Hardly for the better, at least.
Believe that our path is predestined and we cannot (shouldn’t) do anything to change it.
Believe that there are good and bad, so fixed and so easy to distinguish, whereas they are well mixed up together and hugely depend on all sorts of context (personally, I think that everyone defines for themselves at some point what is right and what is wrong). Believe in necessity of living “by the book”, living up to everyone’s expectations. Play the role instead of being themselves, live in a way one may want to.
Believe that someone or something cares enough to help us somehow, to read our minds, to notice the (sub)conscious signs, whereas we are on our own.
Believe in miracles that seldom happen.
Believe in the simplicity of the overall notion of the world, with everything being categorized and scientifically discovered, whereas the reality is far from that.
Any belief is a fragile little thing, poisoning the heart and mind, and then exploding at some point, making its bearer a little bit more dead inside.