my life

There is a difference between living and being alive.

In a way we are all the same. We all think we are something special. Even if there is someone who claims to be ordinary, (s)he is outstanding because of this thinking.

And what makes my life so extraordinary? Simple fact that my life is just mine.

Life is about past, present and future; about beliefs, reality and dreams. Ten years ago I tought that at the age of 29, I definitely should be married and have at least two children. Reality is somehow different. Isn't it strange how dreams are always bright?

Everybody is a weirdo in a way. It's just the way and perspective we comprehend what is normal. For me it is perfectly normal to like sports, dancing, singing, sailing, eating, kissing with my boyfriend, colecting dasies on a field, to push fingers into sack full of lentils, laughing, running through grass fields, bathing with favorite foam... Isn't it great to feel that child in us? I love it. Some may say I'm a weirdo and others that I'm the sunniest girl they ever met. I know I can't please them all. I just want to be me.

After all it's not what we say about life, it's how we live it.