A New Beginning

Life is full of ups and downs. And I never knew I would be the one to get hit that hard.

But I did.

Life hit me hard – right in the chest, where it hurts the most.

I was sailing with my little boat on those not very calm waters, and I found myself between two little islands. Two lovely islands, both of them, with promising future ahead of them. Both of them unconditionally welcoming me on board.

Both of them smiling at me through the sunset reflection in the sea.

When sunset comes, I knew those islands were different.

One was warm and loving, fields full of calmness and wisdom. One was tough and rough, with deep blue lakes full of troubles.

One made me feel settled. The other one made me feel alive.

I was so close to the first island. I could almost see the comfort from my boat. I could see the welcoming branches from the trees waving at me. It was nice to know someone wants me there.

But when I looked on the other side, I saw the deep lakes on the other island, and I knew how dangerous they were. But yet, something about that danger pulled me towards it. I didn’t know whether it would be worth it, but I decided I’ll turn around and see what this island has to offer me.

I turned the boat around, and as soon as I did it, a huge storm hit me and my boat.

My boat snapped, and I was alone in the cold waters, swimming on my own towards the new island full of troubles. I was left to cope with my troubles alone, on my own, in the deep sea waters.

After an eternity, I finally made it! I was there, on the island. I wasn’t welcomed like I would expect, but I had a shelter – a little house made from branches.

The island had troubles of its own, coping with his own demons, leaving me and my sadness alone. Never trying to help me – thinking I could help myself.

At this point, I lost everything I’ve ever had, everything I’ve ever loved, and I found a shelter. I even found warmth in the coldness of this little troubled island.

But the island was right – I did help myself. Not knowingly – yet I did. I started building a new boat – bigger, and gaining resources in order to survive. I did all of that.

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After a while – the island started showing me its hidden mysteries. I discovered places and caves about this island that I never knew existed. He showed me even those deep lakes, that I was so afraid to touch. But there I was, witnessing the warmth of this island, even though he’ll never admit it happened.

The island would whisper to me the most sad stories of its existence, how people lived here, and he lost them. How pirates would come and steal what he’s got. How he’d even throw away the person that stayed on his island for a while, just so he would have the capability to provide a shelter for me to live on this island now.

Thinking I’d only find trouble, but wanting to see what those deep lakes hide within themselves, I have found an island that can shelter me, warm me, help me survive, without him even knowing it.

Leaving behind an island that promised me all the comfort and support, I have found an island that would care and love me without even wanting or trying to.

I still miss my old boat though, I never wanted for it to crash. But sometimes, we break thing without meaning to. And sometimes, when we follow our heart and find special islands, there will be nobody to tell us they’re proud of us. But deep inside, I know they are.

 

 

 

 

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Do You Remember Morph?

Hello guys! Today someone surprised me with Morph. Do you guys remember him?

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Thank you /u/PM_ME_HAPPY_MEMORIES

Morph is an amazing animation that started in 1977 in the UK. This card comes from there too. He is 12cm tall and he is always made from a lump of clay. He has his own YouTube Channel and even 38 years later, you can still watch him there.

Here is a video of him, to remind all of us about this adorable creature, that we all love.

Trains always hide special stories

How many memories can one postcard from Scotland bring? How many waves with a hand from the window is this card from /u/DavesCardousel worth?

It reminded me of a trip when I was young. It was 2005, and I was 9 years old. I was going to a summer vacation with my grandparents to their village, Demir Kapija, which is far from Skopje some 110 kms. We were going by train.

I still remember the morning like it was yesterday. A 9-year-old girl, so excited about the summer that’s coming, I was running around the house and smiling, and telling stupid jokes, and telling everyone to hurry up, because we might just miss the train, even though we have probably 6 more hours until then. I couldn’t eat, and I always ate. A lot. Time passed so slowly, and I couldn’t do anything else then wait.

We went there finally, and I saw all the trains arriving and leaving all the time. It was so magical. All the locomotives doing those loud sounds that made me look with my eyes wide open. With my backpack on me, I was running from one side, till the other, catching the looks of people, looking people hugging each other, love birds waving at each other, wet shirts from wiped tears, a lot of promises that they’ll see each other soon. I saw it all. I saw a girl crying because her loved one went with that train. I could see it in her eyes. She hated the train. I know she did. I saw parents hugging each other as they saw their children leave. They hated the train too. Trains often mean goodbye. That’s why we hate them so much. But trains also mean new beginnings. And that is why I love them.

The trip to Demir Kapija was a brand new beginning for me. Three months to a place that I knew, but never spent more that a weekend there. Three months without my parents, and three months without my friends from school. It scared me, a lot, but I knew I’d love it. I sat inside, and there were three girls from abroad, going to Athens. One of them was sleeping, the other one was at the window, waving at people, and the third one I loved the most. She was coloring something in a coloring book. She was so uninterested in the other people. She was lost in her own world, and I saw myself there. I didn’t know much English then, I only knew a couple sentences, so I told her my name and age, and she told me hers too. I asked her in Macedonian if I can color too, and she looked me without being able to understand. I think she saw my eyes sparkling when I looked at the coloring book, so she just handed it to me. I couldn’t describe how happy I was. I started immediately, and lost myself. After a while, I stopped and she was sleeping, so I just putted the coloring book and pencils on the table on the sides, and went to see through the window.

Oh the nature my country hides… The green fields, full with grass, and the yellow fields with corn and wheat. I loved it. I was looking with my eyes wide open, I didn’t want to miss a single thing. Horses eating in the fields, donkeys and cows too. The river Vardar on the side too. I loved the wind going in my face, blowing my hair behind. I laughed so much. And I loved it. I knew then, that this summer would be great.

The girls, I never saw them again. I don’t even remember their names, except for the one with the coloring book. Una or Tuna… I know I might see them again, and never recognize them. And that’s okay. That’s a part of the destiny train trips bring. And that’s why I love them. Because at the end of the day, it’s not the name of the people that matters, but how they made you feel.

David, thank you!

Ivana

 

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Tigers from UK and Canada


I LOVE TIGERS! 

My favorite animal is a tiger, and the Karate Club in Skopje where I practice karate is called Tiger. 

I couldn’t separate these two cards. And I love them so much!



The first one is from /u/Jaymazing from the UK , with lots of stamps on the back. 


The second one is from /u/DoomKitty91 from Calgary, Canada. 
I love the fun experience you had with the mother and the child at the zoo, but what she did was cruel. I’d never tell my child that the lion is a tiger so it would be happy haha 😀