Stockholm menawarkan banyak atraksi bersejarah yang menarik, termasuk Vasa Museum yang menyimpan satu-satunya kapal perang dari awal abad 17 yang tetap utuh dengan ukiran dan patung menawan meski telah terkubur lebih dari 300 tahun di dasar laut Baltik.
Ponad rok temu Klara odkryła odcinek #kobietanakrancuswiata poświęcony kobietom z plemienia Padaung. Do tej pory Kler obejrzała wszystkie dostępne programy Martyny Wojciechowskiej, ale do tego jednego odcinka wracała chyba ze sto razy. Byliśmy zaciekawieni i zaskoczeni zachowaniem pięcio, a teraz już 6latki, która po powrocie z przedszkola prosi rodziców o włączenie "Kobiet z obręczami", a nie jak inne dzieci Disney Channel. Dziś spełniliśmy największe marzenie naszej córki - poznała osobiście świat Kobiet Smoczyc. Obecnie na blogach zrobiło się głośno na temat turystów, którzy nazywają wioski starych plemion "ludzkimi zoo". Otóż nic bardziej mylnego! Spędziliśmy dzień ze wspaniałymy ludźmi, którzy chętnie z nami rozmawiali, pokazywali czym się zajmują i na każdym kroku obdarowywali uśmiechami. A najważniejszą lekcją jaką daliśmy naszej Klarze jest to, że gdy bardzo czegoś pragniesz możesz po to sięgnąć! Wspaniały i daleki świat nie jest dostępny tylko w telewizji. #martynawojciechowska#travel#travelgirl#travelphoto#asia#padaung
The usual situation in MRT during rush hour. I couldnt breathe normally. Hahaha.. But anyway, thats fine. Hahahha. You probably can imagine where exactly I was. Yes! I was bye the door already so I can jump off as soon as the train arrived in the station. Lol.
There is no such thing as unconditional love. Nobody loves you for the person you are (or, more accurately, you think you are). There is always a reason.
Admit it or not, all people are selfish. Extent varies. It isn’t a “bad” feature as it is an essential part of self-preservation mechanism.
We love people because of what they make us feel, because of the memories we share or their actions. In this case, it is similar to addiction whether it’s feeling of secure or the endless adventure you’re falling for.
Sometimes we love people because we are supposed to do so. Frankly, I think that this category is the hugest one. Society implies on who we should love and, if one succumbs to its teachings, they start fooling themselves. Over and over again. Probably regretting that at some point and almost instantly feeling guilty because of the thought. I think there is nothing wrong about that.
Love comes and goes, you can live surrounded by it, but the lack or total absence of it won’t get you killed. You will survive.
6493528 February, 2019
The body decays, the soul stays.
Looks, however attractive (or not) they might be, are the last thing to be trusted. To rely on. The appearance is fragile, it changes constantly, being consumed by almighty Time. You will never be younger than you were a second before. Your body has its limits. Has its life span. It decays faster with every moment, rushing towards the end.
Soul is something entirely different. It flourishes as the time flees, the core of it hardly ever changing.
The time doesn’t devour the soul as it does flesh. The time in this case is more like a labyrinth with several spiral staircases, through which the soul moves, wandering, always learning something new, facing challenges, looking for all sorts of things and sometimes, if it is lucky enough, finding itself.
Façades don’t mean a thing. What’s behind them does. I believe that there is a thrilling universe inside each person. Shall we unleash it?
7092426 February, 2019
A little birdie once flew to the tree and said out loud with a great deal of confidence: “Chirp!” Then she took a pause, looking intensively at those staring at her, took a deep breath and repeated herself: “chirp”. And flew away without turning back.
That “chirp” sounded like the wisest thing ever told, being so brief and probably meaningful.
I thought she confided in me the secrets of this world, told about the far-away countries and perks of having wings and being able to fly. All of that in one simple word as the truth is always brief.
What she meant was “Stop staring”.
8105323 February, 2019
I like to think that everything what’s happening to me is my choice.
That all of that are the consequences of my decisions. And I’m responsible for the every single one of them.
Every new choice brings consequences, concerning which you have to make choices. Again. And again. You can’t predict them all, and be always ready for everything, so there is always a great deal of surprise involved. Though, I don’t see those consequences as problems. Not all of them are pleasant at the exact moment of happening, but most of them are challenging, and some may feel like an end.
The results of such choices can be reevaluated billions of times, as the new evidence comes into light and the overall perception changes. The most important thing is the experience of overcoming those challenges, the skills and knowledge it brings.
And it isn’t going anywhere.