spring, spring, SPRING

spring is a perfect season for having problems. the surroundings make you realise over and over again how small your troubles are, how meaningless. you made absolutely terrible decision over a year ago because you didn't know any better, and only know realised the consequences of what you've done? you cannot find a balance in everyday life, combine all your responsibilities, and still have time for yourself? your car is signaling you it's tired too, and would like to finally get some peace? you feel lonely, lost, confused, frustrated? yeah no i gotchu: look outside. step outside, and give your sad face few rays of sunshine. let your troubled mind hear the birds cheerfully chatting with each other. inhale this crispy air, so your lungs can refresh too. 

soko sings people always look better in the sun, and she's absolutely right. there is no better friend you could possibly have than sun and yourself.

spring is perfect. it's such a powerful symbol. the winter is over, no more death and dread. you cannot escape from the power of life, and rebirth, and light. you may still hate everything, but the universe reaches out to you with its loving arms once again. and man, believe me when i say what goes around comes around. world is not ending. it's barely starting. you have to trust it all.

dear diary

 it's the second day of march and i can sense a headache creeping upon me. recently i've rediscovered trilogy by the weeknd; it seems like another year spent with this guy. mentally i'm torn, unready for another term starting in three days now. with february almost entirely free for myself, it really made me lose that sweet, organised rhythm of getting things done. 

february was a deep breath after five months' long run. during those five months i started my first term at uni, put myself in socially uncomfortable situations several times, realised that in fact i can be organised and solid (work wise), passed endless tests (both minor, and major ones), started working part-time, almost moved out of house, made my face recognisable around the department, dreamed about belgrade million times, dreamed about my ex hundreds times, visited my grandma god-knows-how many times, drove ten thousand kilometres back and forth. the hardest part was (and still is) trying to find myself in new roles, trying to figure out where do i fall in this adult world.