Make it your lifestyle: SHKARKALLU

What you miss more of your home country....is your childhood.
And when you return in there, you understand that in fact you can never get it back.

And today, I realized that ALL of my childhood memories were lost and nowhere to be found.

I had a collection of all my home works and written Ideas and letters starting at the age of 9 till age of 18 in my house.
All selected and saved there for years. Year after year.

And today..I found out! there's nothing LEFT!

EVerthing in the trash. (thanx Mom, Thanx Sister)

So ...i tell myself to relax about it, to take it more easily, to still hope. Hope that I will find something, but there's nothing.

My papers have gone..
.and I came in here to save myself and know myself better.

Was it worth it?

I don't know

To clean yourself up! To dust off your head and feel the breeze!
Just do it!

Now,
Tomorrow..
DO IT!

Sit in front of each other, naked, eyes closed and lights off and make sure a part of your body touches the other. (knees probably)

Relax and when you feel the time has come start breathing your words out and listen to your feelings in the same time.

Both of you! Or All of you! Don't wait the other to finish the line!

Just say it and listen to it simultaneously(no spell check needed). Both of you! Same time! Just Say it!

Don't rush! Do that as you feel it. Be sure you heard all your thoughts out loud .
You'll feel yourself much lighter!

No hard feelings! Just get it out, there! Now!

And when you won't hear a thing anymore and the only focus in your mind will be the sound of breaths, then leave the room at your own pace. (Careful, lights off Tipotov)

Then meet out a hour later in a bar or somewhere else.

You'll feel the energy and the power of mind and of YOU.

Smile:)

And when I was listening to you, I realized so many things. Things that I never thought about, and you know , that Also I , I do think a lot and I do analyze every situation, b/c i love to be clear. But Being by your own, you can never be clear with yourself, you always need other people to give you some other light to the same story.
So did you on Skype. And so, I need to tell you , that being PROUD in the extreme..it's not the solution.

It's Today, and tomorrow might never come.

So, as much as you love yourself. Love it more than you do.
Love it more, and love it entirely. So you have the right to say whatever you think (harmless to others) and say it out loud.

I was thinking about you....

how you are disturbing..

thinking about you,
how you talk without asking...

I was thinking about you....

HICKUP

Dear darling,

WE met a day, one of those days who are the upcoming tomorrow and the lost yesterday. We met that day and while smiling or crying, telling unfinished stories; paroles/parables which ask for another episode.
And those hours, (Hours...not days) i showed you Livfe.
Life as a free bell who rings every time she feels that she needs to hear herself/ her sound.
I showed you what a free spirit means.

I told you stories about loyalty and fun.
About hysteria and calmness.
I rolled my film.

Dear darling....by the end of my movie, you disappeared with the subtitles, those one who come before the main titles.

But the only thing that rests between zz me and you zz, it's the Freedom.
The KEY to JOY OF FREEDOM,
or simply Joy
and
Freedom.