{Music. Eiffel 65 – Blue (KNY Factory Remix}

You would think the world is at fault with how much things can go wrong and how much we complain about it. But, since coming here, I became certain in two things in my life.

One – every situation that you find yourself in is defined by your way of looking into things and colouring them with your own perception, emotions and beliefs of life. So, if you are in a very bad position, it is due to your mind perception of a said situation. The situation simply is, if it is bad or not depends entirely on you. Because you will be the one who perceives it as it, so you can also change your perspectivness of it. So, basically, with enough flexibility and control to exercise it, you can change your surroundings simply by changing the way you look at them. Many people wish for happy feelings and when they feel uncomfortable or not completely content, they declare that situation bad.

Everything bad can become good. Same for good. Which brings me to my second conclusion.

Second thing is that if you are constantly failing at something or the things don’t work out the way you believed it should, the universe is simply giving you disguised directions. That way doesn’t work, try the other way, quite simple if you think about it. You just have to listen, pay attention to things that work out, the way you are doing something which in the end gives your result and then you will know which way and how to go. After all, you need to arrive somewhere and the energy that you put into something, even if it doesn’t work out, has to at one point come back to you. If you are starting a business or trying something new and it isn’t work out, it is alright. The effort you put into will be repaid in some ways later on. Simply because you toughened up through the difficult experience, it means that later on it will definitely be easier. It is a most known law of action and reaction. And the universe directs you in a bit of difficult way to the point where you need to go so that things become easier.

So, failure and the ability to adjust are your way of maturing to something better. It is all in the mind. So, if you control how the world around you can look, imagine how beautiful and magical you can make it happen. And what fun it is to actually play a game we call life. You just have to get up every day and start playing it and you won’t need this words to believe me, you will know it yourself.

Love and all the best in playing the game





A reminder of what we have

{Music. Ludovico Einaudi – Walk}

Air and water,

Fire and earth

Did you know that at the start of alchemy and thoughts about what the earth was made of, they thought that every element was made by the four of those. Each object was made of different combinations of four main, basic elements. Today, we know that every object is made of thousands elements and thus, the endless possibilities in our minds expanded to never-ending.

Gold and silver,

Diamonds and metals

So many elements there are, so many things that once you pay attention, you find magical and mystical in its appearance and its existence.

Mud – created from water and earth. Full of potential to help and heal.

Dust – air and earth in its beauty dances under the reflector of sun light, carrying secrets we have yet to interpret and understand.

Fog – fire and water, hiding and finding things, making everything look like the time of witching hour.

Molten lava – earth and fire, making fiery accessories across the surface of the Earth, slow and relentless, it shows how some things may come slow, but they will come, steadily and surely just like anything you do.

Stranger things did happen when air and fire collided, the power it could cause, so simple and light separated, they became a force to reckon once united.

Isn’t life beautiful in it never-ending circle or growth, creation, living and then gracefully dieing before being reborn in a new shape and joy? Sounds kinda romantic for just basic every day things, but I thinks that where the secret of life actually is. In finding the beauty over and over again in things you thought you see every day, but are different with every second.

Thoughts and free time can do wonders for your blog, you know. Just a little bit of something for all of you lovelies out there, finding time to click on this post.



What is your life for?

{Music. Neon Hitch – Gucci Gucci}       

{Pictures – street artist Banksy}

When I was a child, I wanted to be many things. Now I realise those dreams were greatly influenced by television and people around me. I wanted to become a lawyer for I saw many movies with amazing and confident lawyers. I wanted to become assassin because it seemed like a such a free lifestyle with adventure as demonstrated by Mr. & Mrs. Smith.  I wanted to be an archeologist when I saw the Mummy. Wanted to be an explorer and a smart person when I admired Indiana Jones.

I was influenced, just like everyone around me. It is debatable now is it a good or a bad thing, but for me not one dream stayed. Since I started meditating, it is like all illusions I had started to fall apart. It caused for some greatly confused moments where I felt as lost as Lassie on its way home.

In high school we were asked what we would like to be. What would we want to study? I thought I had some idea at the beginning, maybe art school or movie school, but as time passed, such thoughts lessened for I couldn’t see myself in not one role for certain. I couldn’t say anymore – I wanted to be a movie director. Because, I realised I wasn’t made to be stuck in one role in life. I didn’t want that. Life doesn’t work that way. It is much too unpredictable to make plans and follow the protocol of the system and have it all go by the rules.


And the system? The system is terrible! Just look at it objectively. A child before school will not stop asking you questions about life. Everything he or she sees will find new and curious. They are full of energy and life. Yet, as the school starts and demands to follow the book, you shall see that joy of learning lessening and a struggle beginning. Slowly, that child will lose joy for learning, lose curiosity and will be criticised if it dreams too much or lives in its own world. If it can’t stand still, it will be diagnosed with ADHD and given pills. How is that normal? Children have lots of energy, it is normal, something that should be understood and let be, not trying to be fixed so that it can be just as everybody else. God forbid, a child tries to think on its own creatively and ask a teacher about it. Oh no, if it isn’t like that in the book it isn’t right. Nobody is made to sit still and repeat what it is written in the book, we were made for running and breathing and exploring on foot, living with nature, not amongst concrete walls.

And then that child grows. Becomes an adult that is now allowed to think on its own, but only slightly. Because, you still have to listen to your boss and to your government. You mustn’t question their orders, no matter how absurd they might seem. And to distract you from thinking too much about their actions, you are given an Iphone, a tv filled with movies and tv shows that project the same program you are living and mustn’t stray from. And if you get bored with them, don’t worry, every few months something new will come to distract you. A new fashion season that you absolutely must have, or a new computer model that you can’t live without. Don’t forget that new game that comes out this fall! Or a new app that is to die for. You must be In because it is so important to follow the trends displayed to you.


And no matter how miserable it might make you, how depressed, they won’t bother to do anything and shall diagnose it with middle-age crisis and thousands of others names instead of telling the truth. The life style offered to use makes us unhappy because it isn’t normal to go to the work that you don’t like, to live on junk food that destroys your body and makes you sick with time, to feel stressed and unhappy and is given pills for that because that is an only solution.

And the jobs? They need accountants so they promise it as a secure job. But, nothing is secure in this world. Anybody who lived life will know that. You can’t plan ahead no matter how much you calculate. Because when you think you have it all figured out, the life will flip the board and make it a chaos in your head once again. And nobody is the same, yet we are all forced into a same shape of a person, same life-style, same way of learning and same way of living. And you won’t be able to fit in it, not completely. And because of that, of trying to be something that isn’t you, but a programme put in your head that it must be so, you shall start to feel depressed, alone, confused and genuinely unhappy and you shall start to lash out in some way.

I learned that every dream I had about what person I could be isn’t something I truly wanted. If tomorrow someone offers me to be a movie star, I wouldn’t turn it down, but it wouldn’t be something that I would fight tooth and nail to get to be. Not one of those shapes of lifestyle offered to us I find desirable. Because I realised that not one of those lifestyles really gives you freedom. You have to let life decide, you have to be adjustable and agreeable with a strange flow of life because you can’t fight against it.


You, every one of you, tried to be exactly as shown in a movie or a tv show or a book and guess what, not one of you felt a true satisfaction at being that perfect illusion and you aren’t here to be perfect copies of some commercial. Because, tell me honestly, are you truly happy with your life? With your job, with your mind, with your knowledge, with the way you lead your life, with your success, with your family? And is all that as perfect as it is in a movie?


Tell me something. If you had a choice to do whatever you want in life and nobody demands anything of you, would you really go to college and have a stressful and sleepless lifestyle while attending it? Would you really wish for a secure job? Would you really want that large tv screen if it wasn’t shown in a commercial as a must have? I bet you wouldn’t. But, we are told again and again that it is how it must be so we start to believe it. I know what most people think when they read this “This one dreams too much, thinks life should be a fairytale. Wake up and get a job, stop wasting out time.”

Guess what, you are wasting your life to go to a job that makes you miserable so you can pay the bills so that you can go to work. Is that really a point of your life? To survive and then die like little soldiers that nobody will remember in the end?

If I am going to be become something I shall become it because life took me down that road, opened me that doors. I will make my life and I will trust life to take me where I need to go. Because I will arrive there either way, better go willingly.

I do not wish to be another individual in the crowd that comes from work and bemoans her job and her boss then get up again and go to work to the same thing all over again. Why are we doing that? If we are unhappy with this type of life being led, why do we help keeping it alive? Why are we so fanatic about the system collapsing when the system wasn’t even that good in the beginning?

More and more, I am astonished at how this life works and more and more I wish to find alternative to another life, one that I can be proud of living and say that I don’t regret not one day, good or bad.

I would like to hear your thoughts? Do you find some truth in all this or do you think I am wrong? What would you do if failure wasn’t an option and speak from the heart, not a programme you saw on a tv.



Lucy Bear

Lucy Bear came as a complete surprise in my head, but a most welcomed one. I wished to write something else entirely, but it seems my love for magic and dreams and maybe a bit of Alice in Wonderland, decided to create this instead. I believe magic exists in some form because life can truly be magical. And sometimes, I think that many of us forget that too soon. So, I hope you like this little beauty and enjoy her adventure.


{Music. Magic}

Lucy Bear was an unusual girl. Her imagination could take her anywhere and she drew it up on any free, blank paper she could find. One day she woke up mysteriously early and bounded downstairs to get some warm milk with honey as the sun lazily peaked out through the hill.

Her dad was standing in the kitchen, in a pristine suit with warm eyes and a smile as he looked up at her.

“Lucy Bear!”, he greeted.

“Good morning, Daddy!”, Lucy replied and went for her morning hug which she didn’t get a lot. Mr. Charlie would usually already be at work by the time sleep left her eyes.

“I got you something, Lucy Bear.”, Mr. Charlie says and pulls out a pale, blue covered book in hard print. “Here you go, Lucy Bear, for your drawing.”, he says presenting to her a brand new sketchbook and a row of markers.

Lucy squealed in delight and happily took it, giving a big kiss to her dad.

“You are the best dad at this whole world!”

Her dad than left with a smile, disappearing in a sunshine ray through the closing door.

Lucy bounded upstairs, back to her room and looked around, looking at what she is to draw first.

Her eyes settled on a white, fluffy teddy bear that she got since she was little on one White Christmas.


Mr. Winkles, was his name and his fur was the softest there is. He sat proudly atop of her white dresser, standing out amongst other dolls and toys.

Lucy Bear sat down on the edge of the bed and cracked open her sketchbook and markers.

She drew out an outline of her bear and then started coloring with delight, colors merging and flowing out like watercolors making Lucy Bear gasp in delight. She now thought that her dad truly is the best there is in the world for this markers were the best in the whole world. How lucky she was.

She carefully colored Mr. Winkles blue bow and the inside of his ears in light pink color.

She glanced up, unsure if Mr. WInkles eyes were brown or black, only to find Mr. Winkles looking at her with alive, deep amber eyes. Lucy Bear’s eyes widen at the sight, looking at Mr. Winkles who now sat straighter and more natural, like she would if she was as small as him and on top of the dresser.

“Mr. Winkles!”, Lucy Bear examines. “You are alive!”

Mr. Winkles smiles and hops on his fluffy feet.

“Why didn’t you say so, Mr. Winkles? And here I thought you were only a stuffed bear! But, you aren’t, are you? Just think how much fun we could have had Mr. Winkles if only you said something earlier!”, Lucy Bear says with wide eyes.

Mr. Winkles walked over to the small board that was on the dresser and propped up against the wall and took up a marker for it. Than, he started to write carefully.

Dear Lucy,

It is good to finally meet you.

Thank you

Lucy Bear walks over to her dresser and looks at Mr. Wrinkles than at the message.

“It is good to finally meet you, as well, Mr. Winkles.”, She says and carefully pets him on the head.

If possible the fur seemed even softer.

“What is thank you for?”, Lucy Bear asks and Mr. Winkles takes to a pen once again, writing below the first set of words.

For being my friend

This made Lucy Bear’s heart melt and the bear and her gazed at each other for a moment before pulling each other in the hug.

“Oh, Mr. Winkles. I shall always be your friend as you are mine.”, Lucy Bear whispers.

They stay like that – a girl with curly, golden hair and her white bear holding one another with bird’s song in their ears, a feel of each other and a rustle of clean, white curtains fluttering in the wind combined in a most peaceful moment they both have felt in their short lives.

They pull apart and Lucy Bear says.

“Now, Mr. Winkles. It absolutely important that we have some fun.”

Mr. Winkles smiles, pulls at her finger and hops of the dresser as Lucy Bear curiously watches him. He runs for the door and disappears behind them. Lucy Bear’s grabs her sketchbook and markers, heading after him. Mr. Winkles leads them down the stairs and through the back doors out in the garden filled with warmth and smell of spring. They pass by the drying clothes that leaves of a scent of freshness in the air and stop before a bush of roses.


Mr. Winkles sat down and pats the seat besides him. Lucy Bear obediently sits down, arranging her skirts until they are to her liking and propping her sketchbook in her lap. She looks curiously at her bear and he taps at her sketchbook once, twice, before pointing at a rose-bush. Getting the message, Lucy Bear once again opens her sketchbook and takes a marker.

She starts outlining one of the closed rose’s along with others and then colors it, the vivid red and soft pink mixing in a fresh shade with deep green to accompany the steam. Lucy Bear looks up only to see the rose opening up in rapid movement. To her astonishment, it revealed a delicate creature as the petals parted with dew falling from their sides.

A fairy. With a glow to her and twitching wings that sparkle as they fluttered on the warm breeze. The fairy rose its tiny head and looked up at them from her fetus position. Her blood-red eyes met Lucy Bear’s and Lucy Bear wished for a fairy to be her friend. As if hearing her thought the fairy’s wings snapped, once, twice and she rose in the air, more of a sparkle of light than anything else.

She flew to them and landed in Lucy Bear’s outstretched palm.

She was beautiful.

Than, to Lucy Bear’s happiness, other roses started to open up, revealing fairie’s companions. They started to flutter about them and Lucy Bear jumped to her feet, spinning in the circle as the fairies danced in the air around her. Laughter spilled from Lucy Bear’s lips and soon even Mr. Winkles was dancing in the air, fairies pulling him about and twirling him around. Lucy Bear bowed as Mr. Winkles was presented to her at the same level of her eyes. Mr. Winkles returned the bow with fairies help and then they were all dancing the valcer around the garden and Lucy Bear felt as she was floating too even though she was the only one with her feet on the ground.

As their dance came to the end, they once again all bowed to each other and Mr. Winkles was sat to the ground.

Then Mr. Winkles showed them the way to the big, old oak, fairies fluttering about, and pointed at the tree than at her sketchbook. All excited, Lucy Bear took to drawing once again.

Outlines. Colors. Magic.


And the leaves in the old oak seemingly shivered before tiny, lime green lights floated from them. The lights rose, as many as there are leaves on the oak and swirled around Lucy Bear, making her twirl. When she rightened herself once again, she saw the whole tree enfolded in lines of golden light that crisscrossed and zigzagged around, but still in perfect harmony.

“What is that, Mr. Winkles? Little fairies?”, Lucy Bear asks curious.

Mr. Winkles looks at the fairies knowingly and waits. The fairies gather closer and Lucy Bear can hear their tiny voices, chiming like little bells. Together they whispered.

Energy, energy…

“Energy? My! Why, that means everything is alive than!”, Lucy Bear says.

Yes, yes…

Fairies confirm.

Lucy Bear continues to draw and soon there are small birds chirping from her shoulders and Mr. Winkles head, butterflies that grew before her eyes and with a flicker of wings multiplied, lights that were now in every color imaginable. When she drew water from a nearby puddle in the pot, little beings made from water shot up, dancing around on air as if it was the most easy thing there is. Stones started to move, playing chase with fairies and the nature breathed with new shine.


Lucy Bear drew, drew and drew, colors mingling in patterns of beauty and light.

Leaves and petals took their positions besides fairies and lights and everybody danced with the music of birds and chimes of fairies and breeze of the wind.

Lucy Bear remembered laughing and dancing, looking at the miracle before her with sky in the background and nature in the air.

“Lucy Bear! Lucy Bear! Where are you?”, came a distant voice and Lucy Bear opened her eyes. She was laying on the warm grass, her curls around her face. She propped herself up and looked about. Mr. Winkles was lying a feet away, once again still like an ordinary bear. But, Lucy Bear knew better. The colors seemed less bright now and none of her new friends were around, but Lucy Bear wasn’t afraid. She knew exactly the truth now. Everything is possible.

She grins, picks up Mr. Winkles and studies him. He looks back, the warm amber returned to deep brown. But, than he winked, amber flashing for a second and Lucy Bear pulls him into a hug. She grabs her sketchbook and looks in wonder at dozens of drawings, looking like photographs, painting her morning adventure. She flickers through, seeing her dance with fairies and Mr. Winkles even though she touched no marker to the page at the time and thinks magic is truly amazing.

“Oh, Mr. Winkles. How amazing this is! I must thank you so much for this adventure and hopefully many more to come.”, Lucy Bear says to Mr. WInkles, takes her sketchbook markers and walks over to her house, to her mom’s voice and radio music that drifted jazz in the air.


Lucy Bear may have not seen them, but she could feel a pairs of red eyes watching her walk away with smiles on faces and flicker of wings in the air behind soft petals, hidden away.


I hoped you like it and enjoyed yourself.

All the best and lots of love


You are my dream reader

{Music. Haichi }

Maybe a long time ago I wrote for someone specific, but now I find writing for myself and than… For everyone else. I want everyone to read it and find it enjoyable. If not, I wish to improve myself until they do. So, basically, my dream reader would be everyone in the world. Everyone that would need a bit of inspiration,a bit of love, a bit of laugh. This is for you.


Dear reader,

I am gonna tell you a story about a little person which was created to explore life with everybody else.

little person

The little person learned from the world around it, from its people and nature surrounding it. The sounds would be recorded and the words remembered. From them it would recognize the patterns of speech that turned into stories. From stories it first learned what it later experienced. It learned to move and change. To show its emotions with movement of body and face and signal them through sound. So it grew.


It discovered the birds in the sky, the bones in the sand and the laughter in the air. It learned the joy of drinking water on the scorching day and what it means to go with a flow of snow down the hills of mountain peaks. Seen the plants growth and felt the roughness of the tree. Touched warmth of the fire and refreshment of sea. Sang as it skipped on the river’s bank and danced around as it discovered new places and corners of the world, learning along with others around it, greeting a Sun with wide arms and joy in the eyes.


Learned what gentle hand does to a heart and what sadness feel like. What a laugh can accomplish and a smile to someone can bright up the day. How fulfilling free love is and how joy makes you jump higher than possible. How work can be made easier with a song and it pays off to give something up to find something new. How relaxation under the tree makes a head lighter and a soul fonder. How a simple touch can skip your heart and what discovery of oneself can be.


Time and again, life moves us all, little persons, in direction we have no knowledge where it will end or how will it progress. We can only smile, accept the change and say “Thank you for this gift of life.”


Thank you for reading.



Blogging 101: Names and Dreams

{Music. Dillon – Thirteen Thirty-five http://youtu.be/BDsuR22GQPQ }

   I am quite content with my name. In fact, I put a lot of thought in it before I even started to search for the best blog site there is. I was between Lucy and Elly, but Elly won the prize for this one. Today came from my wish to live fully in the present, at the moment.

I have a tendency to indulge into fantasizing about the future or reminiscing on the past and what would happen if I was a bit different then, more like the one I am today – whatever that is. I long to live in a moment and sometimes I succeed, but sometimes I slip when I am left to my own devices with absolutely nothing to do. Than music starts along with thoughts.

As many may have found out already, breaking a habit is hard work. No matter how much time has passed, habits tend to find a way back in without you even noticing. It is like slumping your back and if you weren’t raised military style and have a problem like I do, you know what I am talking about. You straighten up, shoulders back, spine straight with head held high and strut away. But then, after half an hour, you find yourself slumped and bowed down, your back returning to the familiar position in which they spent so many long hours when you were in front of a computer.

The same deal is with thoughts, so is everything in life. To break away the habit completely you would have to cleanse your mind completely, go back to zero where you were once when you were a kid. Do you remember the life as a kid? Everything is fascinating, everything is new and interesting. You don’t plan ahead what you will eat or do tomorrow. You play as it struck your fancy, constantly inspired with new things and ideas and thoughts. You don’t get attached to things. Even when you are unhappy when parents pull you away from your new playground and you throw a tantrum thinking everything is terrible, as a child you will find yourself not caring few hours later, already finding a new amusement.

Yet now, all of your thoughts are 99% the same as they were a day before or even a week before. It is statistically proved that most people only get from 4 to 6 completely new ideas a year and most people never act upon them because it would mean to do something completely different. Your thoughts are the same and they start the action of your body. So if they are the same, so are your habits. If you want to change habits, you need to change your mind. Sounds impossible, right? How do you change the way your brain works? How do you clean it from all the unnecessary crap that resides there and constantly makes itself known, not helping you in the slightest? Some start with training their body and as it changes so does their mind. Some completely change their social circles, meeting new people and starting blank. You shall find that if you are a lot around unhappy people, you get pulled down, as well. Same goes if surround yourself with positive or succesful people. And some, like me, meditate or do something in that style. You basically slowly clean yourself from all the stress and worries that you collected in yourself for years and that you collect daily. It helped me greatly in this past five years that I am practising meditation. I would not be a person I am today without it. It helped me let go of many things and thoughts and as such, create space in where I could learn things to improve myself mentally and emotionally, and even physically.

However, it is a process and still my thoughts wander off to either past or future which they have no business doing. Thinking about the future means nothing if you aren’t working in the present moment on making it happen. Blogging is also a way to improve my writing with your help so that some dreams don’t stay dreams.

Dreams – I found lately that I felt most content when I made others happy and make them laugh. When I showed them care and love (which I believe, if it was expressed more freely people wouldn’t feel so unhappy all the time) instead of a stony face, even some of the closed up people opened up easily enough. It is a joy to see it and experience it. So, happiness and love. Spread that shit everywhere.

Beauty… I love beauty, I see it everywhere I turn. In pale eyes of an old homeless guy, in a shine and flutter of bird’s wing soaring through a sky, in a belly hurting laughter and joyful face, in beautiful, happy people and talents expressed. Do not be surprised if a post or two springs up dedicated to a beauty of some talented person that I find enchanting. Speaking of talents {Music video. JustSomeMotion  Caravan Palce – Brotherswing}

I love how free people can be and sad that so people don’t let themselves be free in their speak, movement and beliefs because of the harsh society and fear of mockery they might experience from their peers when they show their uniqueness and difference. You don’t even know how many talents you have and what you can be and you don’t even let yourself explore it and show. Great artists and people didn’t become great because they blended in the crowd. We all want to be great and famous yet around others we try to be the same as them. A bit of contradictory, isn’t it? Be free for you only have one life to be that.

And last, art. Gosh, where do I even start? I was raised walking the theater halls and Vienna opera houses along with concerts and sounds of piano while meeting people recognized in their field. And I see art everywhere – in the seemingly chaotic nature around us, in bright colors of the sky as the Sun touches the edge of Earth, in changing layers of oceans, in people and their movement, in the way that we are all so different yet exactly the same, in a gradual flow of time that transforms a gangly teenager in a graceful person full of life and later wisdom earned through life, in the frequencies of music as it makes you move, in cities filled with new and old structures, decorated with lights alight at night looking like a most beautiful Christmas tree, in dancing flames and colorful fabric that moves through air.

Art isn’t just a well-connected mix of colors on canvas or a symphony of tones and foot movement. It is everywhere around you and when you realize that, you learn to see it. And, here is the greatest secret many have forgotten – you, yourself is pure art and unique in your existence. So take care that your life is as best as it can be for it is your work of art and what you leave to others.

Another thing that I am missing, but shall have to add to my tagline is inspiration for I want to inspire people and have them inspire me in return. This is where magic is made.

Peace and love,