I chose to be happy

Recently Ive been thinking about shifting from blogger.com due to some stupid reasons, may be because going from one blog site to another is like changing a place, an apartment, or even a country, kind of running from that place where u have a lot of memories (sometimes not so happy), and trying to hide from all that, and simply seeking a safe place to start a new life. 

There are moments, days, and even years in our lives, when we stop writing, talking or even thinking. When all we need is just a simple quiet, a silence for our hearts. All those smart and philosophical thoughts  from the past become useless, and so contradictory and right at that  moment we start growing up. This process is often very painful, and it can destroy everything we've been believing to, living with, and dreaming of....almost everything. And the question "Why?" is becoming a priority among all other questions. We keep asking this question to our friends, family members, colleagues, and sometimes even to unknown passersby. We  start resemble ourselves those  poor people we used to meet during our life, who couldn't find enough strength in themselves to get over the troubles.

And we promise ourselves that this period will not be too long, and that after some time we will be fine, but as for now the only thing we want is to be far from everything. We identify ourselves with people from our favorite movies, trying to find excuses for the Life for acting with us like that, we keep telling  " well, she had the same situation, but she survived, and so will I, so will I" . It's not a depression or a stress, or something that is related to our physical state, its just a way we choose to live ... to live when the meaning of life and existence are forcefully changed. Remembering ourselves in oldie times, propagandizing our friends to keep fighting for their love and life now seems quite weird ( still somewhere deep inside we still believe in Faith).

But still we know and promise to ourselves that this period will not take too much time, and we  will survive through  the sufferings and pain, and will have a unique reincarnation ...we will do someday, in future...but as for now... I'd better tell I'm staying...

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The Power of Dreams

Long time ago, before I planned my visit to India, I saw a very interesting and beautiful dream, which I recognized later as a real dream. By that time I couldn't even imagine that it would become true after few months.

The dream was very colorful, full of  yellow and green colors and it was during very hot summer time. 

I was going out from the building where I lived, while going downstairs I suddenly saw a woman in Indian sari, she smiled  me and told to go with her to the corner of the building. I was a bit curious, but her smile made me trust and follow her. We entered the small room somewhere in the same building (  i was surprised, coz I'd never seen that small room before, even though i was living there since my childhood). The woman moved her hand telling me to come closer to her, and she took out some colors from her bag and told me to choose one of them. I chose the dark yellowish /orange color. Then she told me that she s going to draw on my back. I stopped for few seconds, but no one can imagine at that time what good energy was coming from that woman, and all my fears pass and i carefully sat on the chair. She started drawing on my back and when she completed, I looked at the mirror and saw a huge orange Sun on my back with a large waving  rays. The woman smiled and hugged me telling that now I can go.

A few months later in Real life in India the same Sun of the same color was drawn on my palm :)) It wasnt a back but anyway it was the Sun. The same woman with her  kind smile, which will remain with me always put mehindi on my hands. A woman who became very special to me was real. :)) At that moment when she was putting the henna & making little decorations on my hand, I suddenly remembered that dream i saw long ago, I was speechless and so much happy that i wanted to hug her and tell that i saw her in my dream once in past, but i was silent, coz it might sound not real.

The power of Dreams made me think that there is One Truth in this world: Define what  you want, believe in that, and it will come true for sure :))

with lots of love..... and the warmth of the Sun ....:)