whenever she felt lost

she enrolled herself in the beauty of the mind

a place where you can create amazing

where you can be all you ever wanted to be

Treat yourself

She came home looking tired. But not that kind of tired when you worked too much on a field and you can’t move. She was tired of fake people and lies. She was tired of envy and gossip. Tired of not letting her spirit fly. Oh, she can do much more than just going with the flow. She is different, strong, spiritual, imaginative, kind of crazy. She is the flow.

– Jolie… – he whispered.

She raised her head slowly while she focused the last atoms of her strength on him.

Treat yourself – he smiled.

That special glimpse between understanding souls was enough.

She left.


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Did you do it? She heard his deep voice somewhere in the dark behind her. She was still trembling. No, she was not afraid. She just hated these feelings. How can she be so stupid to allow this to continue. Even if she doesn’t make it alive, at least she will be free of this torture.

Did you? Confess!! The voice was getting even deeper, even more frightening.

She knew, whatever she say he will only hear what he wants to hear.

Suddenly, she remembered who she was. A stubborn smile of inner strength, staring eyes and wildness lightened her face.

BOOM! A loud booming shout vibrated with frequency capable of being detected by a distant creatures in the wild.

Who is scared now?


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Sludge, sludge, sludge!?! Well, this is the tough one, at least for me – said Jolie.

It shouldn’t be. I am sure you have a story about it in your past. Besides, it’s rather common even in everyday life – He answered with an amused tone. Tell me a story; I love when you tell stories.

Jolie puckered her lips while she was digging through her past. Sludge, sludge – she continued to murmur. Suddenly, the smile biggest than the Moon lightened her face. I know, I know, I remember now – she almost screamed as she remembered a funny story from her childhood. With a bit of a self-critical voice she started the story.

Well, I was rather small girl. I think it was in my first grade of elementary school. It was time when I still lived in my heaven. You know, everything was perfect, and my only troubles were how to learn letters, numbers and all those heavy stuff from the first grade.


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In a school we learned the letters, so we had those little books full of letters that we can take out and order the was our teacher say. I was very proud on my letters because my book was different from the books other children had. Asja, a girl who was sitting next to me, and was my neighbour with whom I went regularly to school and back, noticed that these letters were different and during the class she somehow swiped my letters into her book. I noticed that and tell her with a bit offensive gesture that these letters are mine. I asked her to give them back to me.

However, Asja started to get attention of our teacher (that looked like Mrs Streibel) with crying and accusation. I was stubborn to convince her that my letters were different, but she didn’t want to listen to me. She simply stole those letters from me and didn’t want to give them back to me.

I was angry. I was disappointed realizing that the girl I am spending most time in my childhood is actually a kind of un-honest smuggler. With a kind of resentment, I took my book with all the other letters and through it in front of her with raised voice: If you really think those letters are yours, take all the others, probably they are also yours and I have no letters at all!!!


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Unfortunately, the whole book went a bit further than the table and hit the teacher that just arrived near our school bank. The teacher started to scream on me: “You! You wicked girl, how dare you to through the book on me. Who thought you to behave like that? Luckily, you didn’t hit the poor Asja, you could have hurt her!! Oh, you will be punished for this!!” The teacher yelled at me while her face was turning red and blue.

I humbly tried to explain that I was not trying to attack her nor Asja and that it was an accident. – She stole my letters, so I only tossed the whole book to her. I didn’t know the book would fall on you. Still, the teacher wouldn’t listen. She splashed me with her heavy old hand and sent me to stand in the corner. I also got a low-grade for my behaviour.

Later that day we went home. Asja was cheerfully talking. I was silent, not interested in her at all. She talked about her new coat and how she was right about the letters. The thought of annoyance struck me from out of the blue. – Shut up!  I uttered and waved with my hand. As luck would have it, I slightly touched her with my hand. She over-reacted again and literally jumped in a slough filled with sludge. I looked at her shocked…. OMG, this girl is wicked.


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Asja run to my parents and yelled with the crying voice, accusing me: She first stole my letter on the class and now she even hit me so I felt in the sludge. She is mean. I was in shock, so I didn’t even try to defend myself. I only said: I didn’t do it. Nobody believed me. I was punished again.

Wow, this is a good story – he said with a satisfying tone. What did you learn?


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Well, I learned that people are selfish and hypocrites. Moreover, if you want to live peaceful life, you have to learn how to make a distance from such people. I also learned that I have to learn to react calmly to stressful situations – she said with a confident happy smile on her face.

Oh, I love how this girl tells her stories – he thought.



– Neophyte. …. novice, beginner, amateur, fool, … – he yelled. You will never learn how to live normal life! Anger and lack of empathy was so harsh and violating her peace. Yet, she was still there. She smiled.

– You know – she smiled and said: “If you don’t follow your dreams, someone else will hire you to follow theirs”.  Frankly my dear, I have beautiful dreams, and have no intention to live the pale image of your mind. It’s too shallow for me….


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A Faint Attempt


The moment when everything starts to circle,

Faster and faster

Mixing the voices, the smells, the sounds, the light

The little girl slowly started to fall into unconsciousness.

A faint attempt to see her in the light of the distance

She smiled and fell down just like the Alice felt in the Wonderland…



as written by Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Paul David Hewson and Larry Mullen…
by U2.

You got a face not spoiled by beauty
I have some scars from where I’ve been
You’ve got eyes that can see right through me
You’re not afraid of anything they’ve seen
I was told that I would feel nothing the first time
I don’t know how these cuts heal
But in you I found a rhyme

If there is a light
You can’t always see
And there is a world
We can’t always be
If there is a dark
Now we shouldn’t doubt
And there is a light
Don’t let it go out

And this is a song
A song for someone
This is a song
A song for someone

You let me into a conversation
A conversation only we could make
You break and enter my imagination
Whatever’s in there
It’s yours to take
I was told I’d feel nothing the first time
You were slow to heal
But this could be the night

If there is a light
You can’t always see
And there is a world
We can’t always be
If there is a dark
Within and without
And there is a light
Don’t let it go out

And this is a song
A song for someone
This is a song
This is a song for someone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I’m a long way
From your hill of Calvary
And I’m a long way
From where I was, where I need to be
If there is a light
You can’t always see
And there is a world
We can’t always be
If there is a kiss
I stole from your mouth
And there is a light
Don’t let it go out


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Like a Bird On a Wire

– I have to go – she said. I must.

She was stubborn when she wanted something. Since the moment she realized how short life can be, and how we waste our life with ordinary nothing, she changed.

– I will go whether you like it or not. You are not my proxy.

– You know I can kill You – he was mad, furious.

She saw this strange dangerous light in his eyes. This conversation will make her free. She felt that finally. This is the day. This is it.

He took out the gun and pointed it to her head.

– You know that I have nothing to lose. I can kill you here with no regrets.

She just stood there looking at his eyes and wondering.

She was free, she was already free, she only didn’t know what shape will this freedom have. Earthly or heavenly blessing?

In the distance she heared ….. Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free

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“Bird On A Wire”

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a fish on a hook
Like a knight from an old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons with thee

And if I have been unkind
I hope that you will just let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this song
By all I have done wrong
I’ll make it all up to you

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me “Don’t ask for so much”
And a young man leaning on his darkened door
He cried out to me “Hey, why not ask for more”

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

The Arrow or the Boomerang


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Sometimes I want to have a catapult, that old ballistic device to launch you like a projectile at a great distance from here – he said with a smile.

So you think that you can use me as the key siege weapon to concur some fortified city. Who are you to think like that? – She accepted the funny speech.

Do you know that the primitive catapults were aimed to increase the range and penetrating power of missiles? To do so, they created the missiles in a form of the arrow. I think you could be a good arrow. And if I have a big, big catapult, I think you could fly over the mountain. You said you want to fly, didn’t you – he laughed.

 .. hmmm… only above the sea. I have nothing against flying, but I don’t like this thing about landing…

 Well, if you are an arrow, landing is nothing for you. You will probably penetrate some ground – he laughed.

 After such a flight, I will be useless. If you don’t plan to project me into the sea, I am not interested – she answered as if she is offended.

That’s the point of missiles and catapults use arrows and throw them far away for a better cause. You don’t need the arrows any more; you have the castle – ha answered with a sound of winning.

My Hermann said: “Om is the Bow, The Arrow is Soul”. If I am an arrow, I am the Soul. Moreover, yes, there is a quote: “As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better”. Therefore, if you project me from your catapult, I will fly as an arrow, follow my dreams, and walk away with wisdom, courage and dignity.

You won – he said sadly. I don’t want you to be an arrow. If I have to through you away, I prefer that you are a Boomerang. You’ll be back right away, as a hug.

Dale Carnegie!!! – She laughed. See, it is like a boomerang! You’ve just received what you gave! I won again 🙂


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Spin a Yarn

Spin a Yarn

Jolie woke up that morning with a wish to rent a car and drive without speed limit. The weather was sunny and dry, and it was a perfect day to test and rest. She didn’t tell anyone about it. It was her birthday present to herself.

Out of several providers she chose one with the car she wanted, small enough but strong enough to meet her goals. It was a BMW1, of course, the car of her dreams. Renting was easy; she needed it only for one day, so she didn’t have to leave too much money for insurance. When she sat in the car and smelled the leather, she knew that’s exactly what she wanted.

 After several minutes of driving, she left the city with its noise and traffic and headed toward the highway. It was an early Saturday morning with a rather humble traffic on the highway. Perfect – she thought. Next two-hundred kilometres gone in a wild, seconds of driving without speed limit accompanied with the loud rhythmic tones from the loudspeaker. WOW – that’s what I’ve needed – she smiled and singed at the same time.

 A loud warning sign on the car display showed a problem with tires. Hmm – strange, she thought. It is a rented car, it should have been checked before. Should I stop, or ignore it? – She thought. Then she saw a stopover gas pump and decided to stop for a check.

– Sir, can I ask you something?

– Yes you can – the man at the gas pump replied

– Can you please check my tires? I will buy you a coffee – she smiled

– Yes, I will help you. You don’t need to buy me a coffee – he smiled too.

Few seconds later, the man came from the gas pump to her car and started to check the air in the tires. Then he asked her: – Look at this screw; it looks, as it is not well tightened…  He touched the screw and it fell out of the socket. He looked at her with surprise.

– Miss, when did you change your tires? It is not tightened.

– I didn’t change any tires. I’ve just rented the car and drove for some two-hundred kilometres at the highest speed possible – she answered with lowered voice.

 – He checked all the tires and screws on them.

– Miss, I think you are a lucky person. It’s better than winning a lottery…. All the screws on the tires of your car were loose. Can you even imagine what could have happen?

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