The Flying Mermaid ★


For one stupid inscription, connection of words, nonsensical thoughts, however for other it can be one or few words which give the everyday dose of power, motivate for action and remind that I am someone. I can something. I can a lot. I can act. I can fulfil the dream and catch happiness. I can and I am. I am and I can. Somebody can not believe that such a jigsaw of words can mean something, can give something, but such a small mere trifle really is able much. Myself I have my personal motto which is the light at the end of the tunnel for me, when I'm falling down, when I'm losing the faith, when my power for action is starting spilling into dust. Normal, one, small, straight word which for the strangers is empty and worthless - for me is a spark and a power with the great importance. Like nothing, but gives so a lot, like no one else could expect. One word which in dark moments reminds me who I am and how I really am. It's reminding me about me. It is me. With this one slogan I'm going through life already for a few long years and I feel well with it. Motto is something what gives great power and a lot of benefits, and most importantly - helps to be myself. It uplifted me, justified my values, my means, repeatedly it saved me from the comeback of the older, previous version of me , and affected the progress of the current awareness. I recommend for everyone, really. Such a small spark, and is shining so brightly.


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Facebook. One of the most popular, if not the most popular social media in the world. The generality of people adores it. Various people love this virtual nothingness enough that many times would do everything for this and for likes and comments, frequently of stranger persons - would let cut themselves up alive. It's some paranoia. Paranoia which still is spreading and is gaining the more and more big dash. Younger and older, women and men, on fb and this kind of social media are pouring out entire their life. They're giving all their data, important places, addresses, dates, often not sparing also bringing spicy details into the limelight, which looking at it logically world never should see. Because so we have a climate. Everything must be artificial, pompous and for effect. Everything only up to it, if only "friends" could see. So what that I will resign the privacy and instead of dealing with something more practical I'll spend hours online every day to voluntarily or playing hardball get as most as possible likes and comments. After all - hello, people, look everyone, likes will show you what a super man I am, because nothing else is important, the number of hearts under my photo is an indicator of my value and basta! Well, I don't have words for the further comment of such an attitude and behaviours. Unfortunately, this way the shallow thinking stopped having an age limits already. Mass mentality like the avalanche is rolling into the bottom. I'm only wondering, whether such people are aware of this, that with likes and with comments in social media rather won't feed their families, won't build the future, and the wisdom also won't fall into their mind. Looking on that's all from the side, a lot of times I had impression, that something with me is not so, because attention attention! I don't care about likes, I'm not fawning to comments, on my Facebook profile I have less than one hundred friends which I'm regularly updating and removing, in order not to have an unnecessary spam, but photos, if appear at all, then occasionally, once maybe twice a year. The same concerns every other social media with the blog including. Even here I decide to publish 1/10 of written comments, because as can be seen I differ from the majority of the population so much, that I value neatness, what valuable, rather than worthless load of the spam.


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I live. I breathe. I feel. I am. Now and here. Short and to the point. However it's impossible to cheat the reality, it won't be possible to stop the passing time, and the present time won't last forever. When only a moment of calm is coming, a lot of questions and anxieties appears. Who will I be in a year, five, ten, fifty years? What will I be dealing with? Whether still I will have the same passions, or still I will love the same things? Whether still I will be writing, creating the blog? Will I spend entire life with the same second half? Whether person which loves me now after X years still will love me? Whether I will have children, will I get married? What profession will I be working in? How will I look like, whether I'll be healthy, what my frame of mind will be? Will I change the place of living? Will I be happy? Will I make  my dreams come true? Will I give happiness to somebody? How will my life look like? Will everything be well? What I will get to see, what countries to travel? What new experiences will meet me? How this all will be? How very much will I and persons which I love change? Will it be with difficulty? What will I manage to reach? Will I rub along? And I could this way recite ad infinitum. In the mind there are hundreds, thousands, million, if not even billions of questions and thoughts about the future which is inevitable, which sooner or later will come and will affect everyone. Functioning in the everyday life, there's not always a time to do the self - examination, to calmly think and to accustom with what is coming fast and from what nobody is able to escape. We are all aware, that with time everything, will change and us too, but not everyone accepts such a course of accidents. Sometimes I am also afraid to think what it will be, what will happen with me and with my life with time, in closer and farer future, how very much I will change, however well, I am a type of the person which thinks a lot. Think not only about it, what now and here, but also about this, what will happen, what will come. I'm planning, fixing purposes, I am dreaming, creating ideas, although I know that planning often is causing more following disappointments and dithers, and better not to do long-range plans, I still do this, all me, this is just how I am. Even though I am a little bit afraid of coming news, future, I am trying to approach this subject with a little distance, just not to go crazy, however anyway I live with huge hope that the time will bring something good to me, remarkable new experiences, will let me progress and achieve success both, in the personal sphere, in love and family matters, and in cases of work and finances, and fulfil my passions, the purposes and dreams, getting it, what best, surrounding myself with wonderful and beloved people.



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At one time I had my beginning. As everyone. My life began the same like of everyone other, however differently. I am the same man as everyone, but somebody other, exceptional and unique. Everything began from one, small point. Conception, birth, the first heartbeats, the first breaths, the first look at world, the first steps, first meetings with people, the first words. From this my timeline started, this way everything began. Such long time, so many years, and in memories like a few minutes film. However the past isn't gone. Everything remained in the memory, every moment, every detail of me on all stages of my life. On last days a lot of this came back to me, I started coming back in thoughts to what passed, up to those moments, moments, when I was happy from the beginning of my being. Now, from a perspective of the past years I can see, how month by month, from the year for the year more and more I changed. What mile space arose between me even two years ago, and me at present, not mentioning earlier times of course. So many metamorphoses occurred in me, as if I had at least fifty faces. It is something incredible, how my character is distant now than of former me. So much of changes both in perceiving of world with my eyes, as well as of my person in eyes of world. It's like space between the Earth and the Sun. Difference not to the recognition. Are moments, when the past is returning, everything what was, is remembered what passed, so beautiful nostalgia for something what will never again be back. It is able to really strongly affect the man. Sometimes even tears coming to eyes seeing how a lot walked away and how a lot came, of what being a version of myself from the past I would never expect that something like that can meet me, that I can reach something like that in my life, that I can become somebody who I am now. Coming changes and transformations are something beautiful and terrifying in one, but in addition excellent and secret phenomenon, and most importantly inevitable, therefore it isn't worthwhile being afraid of them, and with joy waiting for what will appear and with the warmth in heart recalling the past times which caused, that I was happy and now I am whom I am. A past is an invaluable treasure trove of priceless experience which is a gift for the future. For the future which is a miracle and a mystery.



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Everyone has some dreams. Sometimes ordinary, small, down-to-earth, so everyday, and sometimes at first glance unfeasible, unreal, unusual, large, magical like fairy tale. However one connects them - all are awesome, special and unique. And about all it's worthwhile fighting, irrespective of what people say, life is only one and it's necessary to make use of it as much as it is possible. Everything depends on us, whether we will get them, whether we will achieve what we want, or not.
I have dreams too, I have a lot of dreams, also so which for other people can and seem unfeasible. But despite everything, I didn't give up, I don't surrender and I don't intend to surrender. Just the opposite, I'm going stubbornly to aspire at the aim so long, as far as all, even the ones most distant, or at least a majority of my dreams, of plans will be carried out and will become reality. And I will frankly say somehow not very much in this case I care about other people's opinion. They won't be happy instead me, if I get it, neither disappointed, disappointed with feeling the emptiness, if I give up and I will resign something, of what for years or even always I have wished. I know, I'm aware of the fact that this if matters of which I am dreaming will take place and will come true, or whether will come to nothing and will leave me burnt down and with the bitterness, depends only from me, from the way how I am acting, how I will be acting, what ways I will pick and in what way I will lead my own life, and maybe by the way I will get by to make happy also somebody whom I love and whom I care, achieving what I care about and becoming a fulfilled, strong woman, fulfilled and happiest human. Slowly, with small steps from fundamental bases all the way to the top, from every stage deriving inspiration and joy. Every small dream is a reason to pride and pleasure which is building new dreams, which I will fight till the end, not letting nobody or nothing break me from my way and lead to nothing.



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There are different situations in life. It's not always colorful. Sometimes happens, that somebody does something what tremendously hurts us, what causes huge harm on the our soul, on the psyche. Something what leaves permanent signs which are very difficult to heal by the passing time, and it happens also in such a way that even the time isn't able to heal incurred as a result of someone's activity wounds. Cases are going in various directions, sometimes the culprit will go quiet and will walk away into the shadow without the word, some other time generally speaking won't care what he or she caused and still will continue his or her awful behaviour, otherwise will decide, frankly or not - to apologize the person which he caused damage, hurt, hurt and will decide to ask for forgiveness. However to forgive somebody something what a lot of times led to tears, isn't something easy at all, happens, that it's too difficult, the wound is too deep and the apology isn't being accepted, or for the peace the consensus coming true, however despite of best intentions of the hurt man for giving the second chance, he isn't able day by day for no particular reason, to simply forgive and to wave the case aside, forgetting about everything and starting everything anew, in addition staying with somebody like that in touch and have good relations. It's not possible to rebuild everything what was destroyed and by force demolished in a few moments or one day. There is time needed, a lot of time and waiting for the right, crucial moment, when this hole in heart will heal up and give place the chance of possibility of refreshing relation with the person, after which the deep injury remained. Provided that generally speaking such a moment of the readiness will come. Human feelings aren't a waving of a magic wand, but the old, traditional saying "heart decides on its own" concerns not only a love and choice of the second half, but
also the ability to forgive of concrete human. Sometimes it's better to agree for the symbolic peace, however not to force anything to oneself what in spite of the goodwill the heart doesn't let and to go separate ways both in the other, own direction, not forcing oneself by force to rebuild something what already doesn't exist actually, what a long time ago was already finished off, quarrelling deep inside with oneself that something is going on, what actually you don't feel. Irrespective of it, what connected those two or more persons, whether it was something neutral, the cooperation, the friendship, or even something so delicate and strong simultaneously as the relationship. Most important is to act in harmony with own feelings, and there's rather nothing worse than putting a brave face on it and fake pretending, that it's alright, when isn't, tiring in addition mercilessly. Everyone has own life and let's live it, caring for the own peace of mind, without playing a role at the theater of masks.



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There is a beautiful, brisk and sunny morning, or just the opposite grey, cold and rainy evening. You wake up full of energy, or you are wriggling in bed before the dream. And then boom - an ingenious idea is coming to your mind. You have a plan, good, but still uncertain and elaborate. You want to create the blog. To have own corner online, to create, to share the particle of yourself with world. Nevermind if it was an inspiration of one second, or the scenario spun in mind for months or even years, you want to do it, you feel in your bones the need of giving everything from yourself, of taking a step forward. But still. You are afraid. You don't have a clue, whether it will work, whether something good will be from this, whether people will read, whether you will achieve only avalanches of hate. You are eaiting your heart out with this feeling, but you take a risk, courageously and simultaneously shyly you are registering your website in the Internet. From huge excitement in tormenting emotions, you are sitting down to write the first post, to create the graphical cover nice to the eye. You hope that it will appeal to somebody and will get positive reactions. The first steps, the little views, first haters. Beginnings are very difficult, but you don't give up, you fight and you try farther, after all it was your dream to fulfil which finally was going to come true. And okay. The first weeks, months are passing. You are systematically working, you are designing new posts, you are implementing changes, you are improving the blog best how you can. You notice, expected or no, the score is gliding up. Joy, right? But calm down, it's just a start. Real adventures will begin soon, really. You dared, you became a blogger. And prepare to it, that it could be conscious or not - step to the end of your former, harmless life in the shadow, when nobody knew you, didn't recognize, didn't write e-mails etc. Yes yes. You don't believe, hm? You don't have to, but well, this is the truth. Seemingly little meaning and personal writing the blog with time can lead to the fact that you will start having (attention, attention) don't be afraid of this word - fans. Not everyone is expecting it, not everyone is prepared to the possibility of such matters, and you are? Don't be wrong, being somebody recognizable whom know the unknown for him persons, receiving nice messages and sometimes even gifts, is nice experience which are able to cheer up even in very bad situation, but what follows, as vultures to carrion mass of haters will come and in most of cases, their pointless hate. Are you ready for this? Will you get by? To this question you have to answer yourself. With myself I know that these are a huge effort, in spite of passion and pleasure. However it is worst, that along with the increase in your success, people can start being more and more interested in you and your life, or what is worse to copy of both, you, and your blog, however from the part of other authors (and not only) you can expect intense rivalry and desire to prove you, that you are worse than them, although you are getting more and more success, and they don't. However well, it's obvious. In spite of this everything, human jealousy and the loutishness, game is worth a lot, and for the nearest years I won't give blogging up. I prefer to toil with not very intelligent haters, than to resign something, what I love.
So what the dear novice blogger, do you undertake? 😉


By the way thank everyone who wrote and is writing messages to me, mails, who's reading my blog and other social media, asking, if it's possible to meet me, is motivating with opinions to the further action, wants to send gifts, is interested in me etc. Great thanks, I'm supernaturally grateful to you for your amazing commitment and the disinterestedness. It's honour to have readers from several dozens countries of world, for which I'm not indifferent and which want to be in touch with me. Best regards for all of you 🌸


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Military Flight Attendant based in California, USA. Living my Greek-American Dream in a constant surf - fly - tattoo - beach mode. Ex Emirates and VIP here - so don't ask me for cola or I'll give you a super one with dry ice & mentos 😉🌴

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