The small blog about important role of travel in our lives :)

Sorry, but I hadn`t the inspiration the whole month. Probably it is an influence of Russia and of that situation in which I live. It is impossible to create something when the city presses on you from all sides. Saint Petersburg is a very strange place: sometimes it inspires you and praise to skies, sometimes it makes you depressed and lowers, as though reminding that it is Russia after all and nothing perfect can exist here. I went crazy the whole month but people thought that I`m ok and all is nice. This summer is very unclear-I spent the beginning in Gomel, and everything was cool there, but then I returned to St. Petersburg, "plunged" into terrible cold and stayed at home about warm days. I hate cold especially in june and (the most awful!) at the beginning of july. It seemed to me that something invisible exhausts the life and all my forces from me. }

But fortunately now the heat is here, a wonderful weather, and my mood is great too. Sometimes crazy events occur in Russia. It was a couple of days ago:

My foreign friends were schoked when they saw this picture. They don`t make crazy acts. maybe it is good that Russia is such, who knows. You will never be bored here because you`ll become mad of these people or you will laugh like crazy because of them; or you will have maaaaany problems and nobody will care how you will solve them. Very funny...

Recently my head is filled of different thoughtsб concerning my future. The I become more senior, the more I understand that I don`t need anything escept travel, my camera, iPod, books and writing-books for records. I don`t think about family, I don`t dream about cool husband, I absolutely don`t know where to work and what to do in life. The only thing of what I am sure it is that I want to write and travel. I have a desire to have my own house somewhere in the wood but not in Russia. I wanna fly to different places without bothering, as my many friends, what to make for dinner, where to find a sofa on a discount and where to go with children during the weekend. Such life is not for me, I understood it long ago already. In youth is necessary to be crazy, to find yourself, to develop, to live happily and travel-travel-travel. I don`t think that something is better than travelling. I`ll decay and I`ll go out if I won`t go to new countries and new cities.

The most awful thing it is that almost nobody understands me. All my friends think only about weddings and about family. If they want to go somewhere, usually it is: Paris, new York, London, Cyprus or Thailand. And I don`t understand: with whom I`ll fly to Iceland, to Brazil, to Easter Island, to Antarctica, to Valdes Peninsula?.. Probably, alone. I have huge plans about my future and trips are first in them. I can`t describe that feeling when you fly in the plane towards to adventures...When you buy a ticket to another country...Airports, people, luggage, stewardesses with trays, different languages all the time...It seemed to me that being in new place I get an orgasm each hour because I see around me something new, interesting and unusual. If you`ll ask what makes me really happy, I`ll answer without reflecting: travel.

Travel are very important, you don`t imagine how much. After travel and during them something changes in you. You will never be former anymore. It is like drugs: you will try it one time-and then you will want more, more and more. But travel is a good drug. It leads not to death, it leads to life.

I want to remember in old age what interesting youth I had. I don`t want to remember pampers, infinite cooking of breakfasts and dinners, quarrels with husband and childrens` marks at the school. It is not interesting to me. Mom considers me strange, friends consider me strange, all people try to overpersuade me and prove that family is a real happiness. But all these people have never been abroad and if even were, they visited only mean Turkey. Guys, never try to impose me your outlooks on life. I have my values and dreams which make me happy. You don`t imagine how happy I am when I go somewhere and how unhappy I am when I stand on one place. The worst thing for me is to live all my life as the majority of people live. It is silly-to buy iPhone that costs 600 euros because you can travel for these money. I don`t think that your phones, tablets and computers will give you that pleasure which you derive from travel. Advise to everybody who didn`t travel still-begin it! You won`t regret, it is 100%!

Nature inspires me. Travel inspires. Loneliness inspires. The inspiration overflows me. I want to inform to you that is the most important for me. It is necessary to change your places. And it is very useful also. I wish to find such person who will think in the same way as I do. I want to travel with him (or her) together, to find something new and unusual, to get to cool adventures. Unfortunately, I don`t have such people in my enviroment. I know one person but he lives in another country. But he is the first person in my life who loves to travel as much as me. Why everything perfect what is really necessary for us, is so far away? I don`t understand this world`s rules and I`m not going to understand them. It is necessary to change everything! ;) In the near future, to be exact, at the peak of youth I am going to visit absolutely different places: from Brazil to Japan, from Barcelona to Reykjavík and so on. Not important how much money I need for it-everything will be anyway. I always knew that travel is the best purpose for me but literally a few days ago I took that for the sake of them I am ready to refuse everything. And it doesn`t frighten me, and even pleases. Anything and nobody will hold down me and hold on one place!

Travellers see whatever no one can notice.
Tourists see what they want to see.

And what I should have in any way-it is my own house. I love moving but I need a place where I`ll be able to go back always. And the place which was built specially for me. Because only the place which has been picked up by me personally, inspires and calms me. I guess my dream house will look approximately so:

None of my friends doesn`t love loneliness and I go crazy when I am alone. All people try to prove that to be alone is wrong but why do you think so? Only because you hate being alone? Strange conclusion. I can`t wait when I`ll have my own house in a lonely quiet place where nobody will never disturb me. Where I will create and have a rest. 

Thoughts inside myself

I want to change my life. Almost 4 years ago I did it but now I feel that the time to make my life another came again. It is not hard but I need to know what I really want.

Sometimes I feel that I sink in a hopelessness. Probably I shouldn`t think so because I have everything what I need but...We are never satisfied. If you`ll see all Europe, it won`t be enough-you will want to see all Asia and then-all Africa...and the end of your desires will never come. All people are such, I`m sure.

I love to travel. I can`t live on one place the whole life, I need to change cities and countries. I`m a wanderer and a dreamer. I love roads, cars, buses and long trips. I love new places and new acquaintances. All this make me to feel better. To have the great impressions in life is very important. When I`ll be old, I will remember those mad actions which I made in my youth and will tell about them to my grandsons :D They will be proud of their crazy grandmother!

If I had more freedom and more money now, I would pack my bag and go somewhere very far. To country where nobody speaks russian. Where nobody knows me. I thought about Iceland. Cold but very beautiful and romantic place. Mountains, ocean, whales...I would live in small house in the mountains, would have a horse and a big dog. Every morning I`d look at the whales in the ocean and every evening I`d write a book. I always have a lot of inspiration on the nature. Icelandic language is very difficult and I love all difficult things.

I seem to feel happy when I forget about everything. I just walk somewhere and see the sky...and the sun going down or rising. That`s why I adore lonely places like old parks, forests, fields where nobody will bother me. There I feel like a bird, just as nothing keeps me...So I`m free to fly wherever I want.

Now I have such time when I think about my life all day, all night. I am tired of all this routine. Maybe it is because of spring or because of something else but I`ve never been more alone than now. I don`t feel that the city where I live is a my place. I don`t like noise, huge houses and subway. It was my biggest dream in childhood-to move in a huge city but nowadays I understand that my dream was a mistake. Or I had to move to so big city to understand that sometimes we don`t know of what we dream. To breathe here is so hard...My lungs dry up.

I am 23 but I didn`t find my place in this world yet. I can want to live near the sea in warm country but in some days I wanna live on the north near the mountains. I can want to travel all my life and to be alone but then I want to have a big and friendly family. I don`t know what happens inside myself. I don`t remember the time when I understood myself...Have I ever had the harmony in my mind?..

It is all like a carousel. Your life goes and goes quicker every day. First you don`t notice it but then you look back and see that many events remained far behind you. And you will never return them already. Isn`t it scary? Time to be defined what you need.

I want to change the world. I try to remember these phrases:
1) Always push yourself to be great.
2) Always push yourself to be better than the day before.
3) Love all but stay away from darkness, you can`t help.
4) Live, love, laugh.
5) Put your heart into everything you do.
6) Let`s make the world better.
7) Love is a mighty power.
8) Find your own way to happiness.
9) Always working, always creating.
10) Never ever ever ever ever GIVE UP!!!

These phrases and another help me to live. Even when I sink and don`t understand what happens around myself. When I`m in my thoughts...and want to become a dust and to fly in the air.

Dream world

Having looked at this picture, you probably think that the author accepted a good dose of drugs. Yea, I thought the same when saw this huge crazy cat eating the car. Imagine what life would be if the animals were bigger than we. I guess, we would be their pets in this way. 

But the author of this picture just had a very rich imagination. I love such pictures cus they are unique. I don`t like usual landscapes, portraits and still lifes. Every person who can draw will be able to represent it. The special imagination isn't required in these pictures. Probably, artists who created unusual works, and writers who wrote magic books, were or mentally ill people, or took drugs because  ordinary people never have the rich imagination. They just care of things which happen to all in this world- and that`s enough. 

Imagination! Without this quality it is impossible to be neither the poet, nor the philosopher, neither the clever person, nor a thinking creature, even just the person. I can`t imagine myself far from my dreams and fantasy. Life would be so boring without imagination, I`m sure. It`s a pity that we live in this mediocre world without unicorns, dragons, elves and fairies. When I`ve read the book "Alice in Wonderland" I dreamed of such life for myself. Cheshire cat, white speaking rabbit and tea time with Mad Hatter-what can be better?! I would never leave this magic world and I`d be the most happy girl in it cus it would be a life impregnated with imagination completely! But it is impossible in real life, it is possible only in my head. I think those people who thought up the fantasy world were very unhappy in reality and wanted to create something such where there will be a magic and the fairy tale. Of course, I heard that Lewis Carroll took drugs, composing the book "Alice in Wonderland" therefore he saw hallucinations. Maybe Alice, White rabbit, Mad Hatter, Cheshire cat and Queen of Hearts are those hallucinations, who knows. Anyway, the book turned out amazing and if drugs helped it to become such, I don`t see anything awful in it.

By the way, I`ve read this book at first in russian when I was 4 or 5. And also re-read it in english when I was 11. It`s one of my favorite fantasy stories. 


I am sure I have to be a writer because I have a very rich imagination. Sometimes I can`t sleep at night cus my thoughts don`t let me do it. I have so many plots in my head, they mix up among themselves and turn into a big ball of imaginations. I am very glad that people can`t read thoughts. They would lose the mind because of mine! And probably it is even better that I can`t know of what people think because I lose my head thanks to my thoughts and if I could read all what is in strangers` minds...The psychiatric hospital would accept me with great pleasure :D I think so much that I always see the dreams when I`m sleeping. Often they are even more mad than all my thoughts.

I loved to read Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales in childhood. Grandmother always did it for me. This writer lived in his imaginations. He saw things differently than other people. Bottle splinter, roses, sun beam, old toy-all this came to life in his eyes. Andersen wanted to make the whole world alive and magic. I have a book with his fairy tales and I remember all of them almost by heart. Some stories are very sad, probably sometimes Andersen lost the hope for transformation of the world into the fairy tale.


When I was in Amsterdam, I visited the Van Gogh Museum. Fabulous place! Some pictures are unclear but very surprising too. I wanna show two which I liked most of all.

Who will draw the such, being in senses??? I am afraid to think what occured in Van Gogh`s head at that time! The girl is very strange. Kids don`t look so in real life. And the skull smoking the cigarette-it is twice strange! :D But I love it cus I love unusual things. And I love Van Gogh`s words:

That`s true. How can you create something brilliant if you won`t concentrate on what you do? Silence, loneliness and inspiration-only all this is necessary for masterpiece creation, never mind: a picture, a book or music. It is hard for me-to be concentrated in noisy city. The biggest inspiration comes to me in the wood or near the sea...

 

I really want to write something brilliant. But now I have plots only about usual life where people love each other, have conflicts, eat, drink, go to school and just live. It is interesting too but doesn`t demand a lot of imagination. You can just look at the people, ask them about their lives and it will be enough. Everybody has the own unique story. I can write about myself because my life is filled with awesome stories. Earlier I didn`t understand it. I thought that my destiny is very boring and uninteresting. Now I look back and see what I passed for 22 (almost 23) years. It would be a great book, really! Go bananas...

My conclusion: people have to see the unusual in usual things. It makes our life more wonderful and brighter. Even gray and tiresome days can become fine if you will dream up a little.