Freedom makes you powerful

Ever had the feeling of pure satisfaction without any special reason? Butterflies in your stomach without being in love? I call it the feeling of freedom. The only thing I value more than anyone and anything is to be free, in my mind and in my soul.

To be free is to be powerful, freedom and independence walk hand in hand but it is not the same. Since I took baby steps outside my safety box I’ve become a free spirit. Nowadays bad energy is something I can dust off my shoulders without any problem. Negative fuel doesn’t seem to be absorbed in my aura and I love it. I feel pure and strong and I guess I sound like a hippie but I want to encourage you guys to be brave enough to feel happiness.

We often sit around and wait for something bad to happen as soon as we feel on top, and trust me something will happen. There is no way you can avoid obstacles in life but there is hundred ways to overcome them. And guess what, a big fat smile is a good start!

At the moment my mind is free, open and brave. Tomorrow it maybe will be crushed, captured and scared but because I am addicted to the power of freedom I will get back to the feeling I want to have. There is no way I will wish for tomorrow to come or be scared to enjoy the life I have been given..for what? In the end everyone choose their own suffer and mine got disqualified.

So do me a favour, whatever problem you have, IT WILL WORK OUT, like all the times before, so smile to some happy souls today, share some dreams with people you love and kick that darkness back to the black hole it came from.

My dream is to be an inspiration for happiness, achievements and love. What’s yours?

Lonesomeness is not sad but a blanch page in the story of your life

There are days I feel I need no one, that I could move to the end of the world on my own and live on a nice hill with sunny days and star filled skies and still feel happy. BUT what a lonely wolf cannot do is to live without sharing a story. And this might sound egoistic but human beings love to share their stories, some do it for a good cause others because they are so caught up by themselves.

Telling a funny story is easy but to describe a moment of depth is almost impossible to share with someone who didn’t experience the same moment.

And even if I feel confident in my writing I am awful at telling a story that is not theoretically funny. Because I feel there are reactions that haven’t been labelled with names yet so how could I tell my story with the wrong words?

It is like in the movie into the wild, when he sees the sun shine and forgives the people he cared about and realise moments are not of value if you cannot share it with the people in your life. He experienced something amazing but only had a book to put his moments in. And years later his life was shared in the whole world as book and as a movie…

But then there are friends that you don’t really have to explain anything to, who just understands. Friends you can be silent with but still talk to or talk in language you invented a second ago and still have a normal conversation.

For me the worst and the best moments are when something happens in my day life and I already can picture the conversation with my friends about it in my head. It’s the worst because they are not actually sharing the moment but the best because I know exactly how it would feel to share it.

 

 

What family means to me

They say in sickness and health, I would say that in life and death you will always be my leading star. A car needs petrol, a flower needs water and sunshine but I just need you in my thoughts to survive anything. You make me stronger every day, the power in your hearts and minds fill me with harmony. It’s hard for me to put in words how great people you are. I love you for trusting me, for giving me the opportunity to develop and become the strong woman I am now. You gave me the confident to do anything and do it good. I say you and I but at the end of the day we are the same soul in separated bodies.

I walk in shoes made of Inspiration

I sense there are two types of inspiration. One is the one you get when you see pictures, videos or texts that pulls of a trigger in your bones and contributes you to sense “I can do it”. And then there is the inspiration that can catch your nature, from people to people, when you feel their courageousness and perceive the fire in their eyes so clear you get shudders. “I want to do it”                                   I find genuine untainted inspiration in day to day life. An old woman smiling to me creates a chain reaction and I will smile to every grumpy and happy old soul I meet on the street that day.

There is a difference between inspiration and motivation, people can motivate you without inspire you but they can’t inspire you without motivating you. When I feel my inspiration is losing the spark I don’t sit down to Google images that makes me motivated. You see, these things works for short-term.. when I need inspiration I turn to people I love and they will inspire me without even knowing it. Not by advices but because they care I will do whatever it takes to not let them down.

In the same way my mum taught me how to appreciate what I have we have to dear to love what we will have. Because inspiration and motivation, I have learned, is the gap between reality and victory.

I want to thank all people who until now gave me the inspiration to take steps in deep unknown water, for giving me pure motivation and making me set all my basic values after one simple rule, to be fearless and adore the gold of the presence and not carve the past in stones to carry on our shoulders.

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

 

What airplanes means to me

Travelling alone has become my passion the last 2 years. Not to only to see the famous buildings and visit the places to be in, but to live in and get to know a city inside out. The tourist routines I’ve done with my family, every summer we visited a new country and Daddy showed us all the “must sees”. But it’s not until lately I understood the real pleasure of visiting other countries.

I love the feeling to land somewhere completely new, the weird feeling of homesickness that instantly hits you because everything is new and you feel like you just were born and have to learn everything new again. But I also think that is what makes people grow, when you meet barriers you didn’t even know existed and have to dig deep in yourself to find a solution you also drag out a piece of the true inside you. And slowly you develop to the person you were meant to be as the more challenges you meet, the more you get to know yourself in all kind of surroundings.

Meeting people from different cultures and views has made me appreciate who I am a lot more than I would have done if I’ve stayed in Sweden my whole life.

Every time  I return back to Stockholm after a journey I have a backpack full of experience, two handfuls of extra self-awareness and one million stories to remember.

I am a bad tourist, if no one force me I don’t visit the “must-sees”. I am more for meeting the people of the city, to get to know their lifestyle and beliefs. To eat at their favourite restaurants and be apart of their daily life and listen to their stories so I can share and take experiences. I am like a sponge that absorbs the knowledge of the people to build my values based on the world and not the safe bubble I was born in.

During my last two years I’ve met people that literally changed my life, who put me in pathways and taking directions I would never done by myself. That is why even if I sometime think so, I never really worry about the future, I know I will find the place I should be in when the time comes. I trust my instincts too much to let the future stress me out.

I am grateful for all the mistakes I’ve done in my life, all the mental barriers I had to crush and every second of suffering I’ve been trough because all that brought me to the moment I’m in now. Nothing is perfect but I’m not looking for perfection, I found happiness and peace in myself and there is yet thousands of adventures awaiting. Just take all the chances you get, let go of safety for a while and discover yourself. 

 

 

Why are people scared to dream?

When we were children, visualising was informal. Telling the whole world you wanted to become an astronaut was a blessing not a curse. And then when you grew older people started to talk about the barriers in life. How hard everything is if you want to achieve something, how you have to be organised and responsible and calculate your steps..yadayada. Finally the dreams fade from fairy tales to suffer instead.

So there we were with the astronaut dream crushed not by ourselves but by others. And we started to second our abilities and slowly we became less and less dreamy and more adaptable to society.

I don’t think the problem is to get what you want; It is about knowing what you want to get. Because if you know what you want no one will be able to influence your mind set. A simple example is, let’s say you fell in love with a pair of shoes, it doesn’t matter how many shoes you see after that or how many people tries to imply their opinions on you.

And It is the same in life, when you know what you want (not what you need) you will get it.

I never failed anything I wanted so badly I could do anything to achieve it. Did you?