seasons, changes, future.

there are seasons for everything and after a short season of unexplainable emptiness I find myself again in a season of gifts I don't deserve. starting with gratitude for the little things like the snow we had for a few days, following visit of dear friends, adventures, break from school, the moon, sunny days...

the snow melted, friends left, school started again, but the blessings keep coming. like getting accepted to college I doubted I could ever attend, like long exploration of my hometown I'm learning to love despite its brokeness, like long conversations, like starting to write the I pronoun in uppercase.

the things we (used to) love.

some days I'm all about adventuring and I convince myself that life is not about scrolling through pictures of places and exploring them through the screen but it's about exploring it out there. it's not about having money to afford flying all over the world, but about finding beauty right behind your house. and on those days I try to convince people of the same so they come with me. last week was one of those weeks and we went to the place we used to visit so often when we were kids. we used to love coming here. and here I get hit by the "we used to". we still love it, of course. but we don't do it anymore. I used to love doing so many things when I was younger that I see as less and less important in the midst of busy life. but right there I realized their significance. it's those things I used to love, I used to do, that matter. it was then that I wasn't distracted by things that take too much space in my mind now. it's the things I was taught not to be important as I grew older that truly are of some importance. like reading, drawing, creating, talking, exploring, biking, writing, singing, guitar, fairytales, baking, flower-chains in our hair... let's not leave those things be the "used to".

above the clouds.

sometimes everything is hidden in a fog and you don't see how the sun could possibly make its way through. but the things is, the sun is always there. it's above the clouds. just like last week, we managed to climb up the highest mountain of this (I sometimes forget how gorgeous) country, and we were amazed by the beauty that lied above the fog that blinded the views of those who walked the ordinary roads.  the sun shone upon us most of the time and the coldness and wind didn't stop us from embracing the wonder of His creation. I'm so thankful for days when I decide to escape from the ordinary, when I get on a train at 5am just to hike up Snezka with my friends and see what hides above the fog that blinds my view most of the time.