Warsaw feels like home. Cosy atmosphere.
You can also find a Polish translation of my poem
For a long time, I was angry that I never went to music school or learned to play the piano as a child. I envy musicians: the language of their craft is universal. It can be heard by all, though each individual understands this language differently. And music has always had a calming effect on me.
It’s hardly the case that such a phrase will help a person that came to you for advice or just came to you to get something off his or chest (in such a case, hugs are a much more effective remedy).
“Everything will be okay” marks some kind of undefined point, an incomprehensible theory, according to which it’s not clear what, when and under what circumstances everything will become “okay,”, and how “okay” should be measured in the first place.
What I hate the most is limiting my choices.
Any restrictions provoke a sense of fear and despair. It is vital for me to feel that I have alternatives or the possibility to retreat. To feel empowered to influence the course of my own life, not just to obey what my current circumstances dictate.
When people used to ask me whether I’m able to do something (such as drawing or mixing cocktails, i.e. things I’ve never tried before) I always was given a strong, negative response:
“No, I can’t.”
In this way, I was limiting my own capabilities without even realizing it. And this was a big mistake…
One of the most memorable conversations of my life took place with a man who was about to commit suicide and changed his mind at the last moment. After that he returned home, he put his most important possessions in his backpack and completely changed his life over the course of the next couple of years.