For as long as I can remember myself I have always wanted to go places, see the world, meet other people and make friends. I have always thought it’s only new colors, shapes, sounds and ideas that can surprise and therefore bring happiness. Thankfully, people do err sometimes, and having an advantage of being a human and therefore erring a lot I found there is beauty to see in routine things too. Indeed, if you are stuck in the same old place like me for almost three years in a row—you’d better enjoy your surroundings—otherwise it’s possible to miss out too much worrying over the things that could perhaps happen to you but unfortunately did not.
One dude put the following entry in my notebook about a lifetime ago: I hope you find peace and freedom in a state of mind and that you don’t travel the Earth looking for place that has it. I haven’t seen him for more than five years already and I am pretty sure I never will but nor will I ever forget him. I never forget my friends or people in general especially those who managed to amaze my humble heart with their owns’ beauty, love and generosity. Whenever the time to say goodbye comes and I cry and tell myself that never in my life will I meet such a person again I am always right—I never do. We have an expression in Russian something like ”there are no irreplaceable people”—whoever was that idiot that made it. It’s humanly impossible to push someone else onto someone else’s place in one’s heart and even if you do succeed in doing so you will most probably suffer from a nervous breakout sooner or later once your expectations are not met. So it’s best to just stretch your heart a little and welcome those other wonderful people in and the only way of achieving it is by loving solely. So I was saying this all only to let you guys know that I remember and therefore love all of you because you each are (though different ) special and unique to me. I would have never been myself have I not met you—the more petals a flower has the more beautiful it is. What do you think?
Well, anyway, it’s www.dianaontheway.blogspot.com because I (even while being stuck here) am on my way to growing, learning, dreaming and loving. No matter where we are or what we are doing at the moment: exploring the North Pole or feeling sorry for Anna Karenina at home –we are traveling the God-given-to-us road called life. And hey, it’s better to fill it up with things most worthwhile—for it’s not the destination but the ride that matters most!
Hugs, Diana