maanantai 27. huhtikuuta 2015

Just Another Day.

A lot goes on, until suddenly we realise that it doesn't mean that much as we thought at first. I always thought that our strength comes not only from within but from our surroundings as well, to be quite honest I still believe that. But lately my faith in specific feelings has shaken. I've lost the the hold of who I am. I don't mean it as all the time, just when I'm around certain people. 

How can a total stranger make you feel these amazing feelings, yet you don't seem to be that important to them as they are to you. Not because they're there but because these feelings came when they were there. Around you, inspiring you, showing their worlds. How amazing is that. A blessing, truly. I see lives changing everyday, sometimes to worse but always to better. Every step I go, I walk further from being 'the one who knew' to 'the one who once knew'... 

I still have so much to learn, so much to see, I even a have a booklist that I know I'm not able to finish and it grows everyday. Same as the stories of all those seven billion people, and counting, who are all equally important in this pattern that we call 'life'. 

When will I truly be able to change lives. The answer for that is that I already have, and keep changing them. 

Because I'm more than more words, more than my actions. I'm human being. 


Today I wish to end this post with no quote, or pictures. Because sometimes this is enough to spread the message. As simple as it is. It's enough.

Have a blessed week!



xoxo Narcissa 

perjantai 3. huhtikuuta 2015

Mistakes are all worth it, trust me.

During our lifetime, we tend to make mistakes rather more than we expect ourselves to make. Today as I feared that my career my took another turn, I now have come to realise that it doesn't have to be that frightening as we make it sound. Yes, I might have missed couple great opportunities, but hey I'm still young and bold. I get other chances to rise again. Don't we all get? 

It doesn't matter how many times you get punched on the ground, it truly doesn't, because only thing that really matters is how many times you get up on your own everytime you're down. It matters, to me at least. Because that is how your own strenght is measured. I'm not claming by any means that getting help is not seen as important as helping yourself. I'm here to define how I, myself, see the measure of our own strenght.

I'm still learning, and I'll keep learning everyday till the last day of my life. I am proud to admit that even I make mistakes all the time. I might not be perfect, and I don't want to be. And I'm not yet where I want to be in mylife, but I'm getting there. Slowly, step by step I'm actually getting there. Now I realise that I've just taken another route. The whole road is really bumpy. But I feel so blessed. 



Happy Easter Friday everyone!

xoxo Narcissa