Let me be honest…


Honesty is something so hard to do when you really want to.It’s a matter of feelings, of circumstances and relations, of ego and staying true to yourself.I like to consider life a journey.Sadly, it is not a never-ending one.But, hey, be happy for the fact that you can travel through life.I am.

Also, I am trying to enjoy each and every stop my train makes.I know that in a few years all I’ll have will be photographs and some vague memories of feelings and moments, but it is far more important to leave all the future thoughts behind and start to enjoy the moment.A cliché, but the truth.

So, here I am, after a week spent at the sea shore, trying to organize my life in the best way possible.Or in any way, as a matter of fact.

This is not a goodbye, it’s a pause for me to actually live.I do not want to look back when I’ll be old and say: “I was just one of those who spent hours on the Internet.” No, this is not the way it’s supposed to be.

I am not going to lie; the Internet has brought me so many opportunities.I am not going to exclude it from life; I am just going to shorten the time spent here, organize my time in a way that would work better for the human inside me.

This being said, I am leaving you with paragraphs of my article in the first issue of Telluric Season Magazine and with the hope of you reading it all in the magazine.It would mean so much for me to hear your criticism.It is a magazine in which young people put a lot of soul and it was my first attempt of an editorial.Again, it would mean the world for me.I am not asking you to buy the magazine; I am just asking for ten minutes of your busy life to read my article, if not the entire magazine, and let me know whether you liked it or not.Criticism is more than welcome.




We love. We hope. We dream. But we do not search for beauty. Not all of us. And using the stupid excuse that “ I don’t have time” is not helping. You see, it doesn’t take time to see the beauty in things. Usually, beauty reveals itself. It’s like a beautiful bride who takes off her veil so her now husband can see her smile again, can see the woman which will be there for him, always. This is the same. Beauty surrounds us…



Imagine silver trees and snowflakes of happiness falling down around you, while your steps carry you away to the top of the mountain, with a thankful smile on your face when you finally get there and you see the whole country in front of you, you see the sky and the Earth collide.

Imagine crumbs of gold and waves of midsummer night dreams, as you walk around the shore of the sea, and the sleepless nights spent watching the tiny sparkling stars and the majestic moon, with songs at the campfire in the background.

Here We Go Again…

My soul revolves around summer days filled with magical air and careless whispers.Little stars shining in the dark sky guide my way through silence; sun beams warm my heart each passing day.From above, it seems like God couldn’t have given me more.Yet, I ask for more.
A whirlwind of dreams echoes throughout my body, forcing my mind to fight.A battle of creation out of pure curiosity and passion.A restless heart measures the rhythm of my wishes.Endless wishes.
Being human might be my weakness.Still, I consider it my greatest quality in nowadays world.If being human means hoping, then there’s nothing wrong in wishing upon stars and hoping for dreams to come true…