The paralysing fear of trying

“If you are not in the arena getting your ass kicked on occasion, I am not interested in or open to your feedback.” Brené Brown

Oh Judgement, the dream crusher, the self doubt inspirer, the King of all abandoned projects…

If you ever had the courage to put your work out there, congratulation, you have met the King and you have seen his merciless sword. If you still crumble in fear of how the judge will receive your work, let me give you some perspective.

Have you ever publicly criticised someone’s work? Well, If you are on this page and you are reading this, chances are, you didn’t. If you were the criticising type, you were not this far into reading but thinking how the title is not as ‘smart’ as you would like it to be. LoL

Think about it; those who can appreciate the work you have put into creating something and the strength you gathered to share, most of the time have been in your shoes and are too busy dealing with their own life to take a moment to write a mean comment.

There are four types of public to any type of creative work:

1.The encouraging, appreciative folks. They’ve been there, done that and built the empathy to remember how it feels and offer their encouragement they also needed at a point in time.

2. The folks who never gathered the courage to work for their dream yet, but they are the rare kind of creatures, able to lift people up and celebrate others.

3. The folks who critique all they catch: There are two classes here: a. the ones who never accomplished anything and never thought of doing it anyway, and who need to bring people down to be able to feel better themselves. b. and the even sadder ones who have worked through sweat and tears to reach their goal, and forgot where they came from and how long is the journey.

4. This last group or handful is a great resource for any of us; they will critique your work, not to put you down but to help you up on a shortcut, instead of letting you go on a bumpy road.. They been there and want to help you improve. It might feel like criticising but listen closely for the nugget of wisdom.

I am not an expert, not a public figure, there are others who said/did just that and better; Heck, there are others addressing the same subject as the post I am now typing, and did it thousand times better, I am sure.

Is crushing and unfair that we haven’t been born with an expert level at something, we have to be painfully auful first so we can learn how to get better, and you know what? Not being perfect s**ks and for sure we will have to endure judgement, but that’s fine, as long as today is better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow.

I used to be devastated by critique and soon enough, I have taken the judge’s chair, the know it all, do nothing. I became my biggest critic and stop myself from sharing any achievement, big or small. I stop myself, so others won’t have the chance to show me how average I am. Eureka!!! I have found the formula for never being criticised ” never try anything new”. :))

One can not see him/herself without looking straight into his deepest fears, and my mirror came from one of my favourite writers. Brené Brown opened my eyes when she said “If you are not in the arena getting your ass kicked on occasion, I am not interested in or open to your feedback. “.

I am not in the arena, not hers, not yours; I was not even my own arena. I got so used judging the match from the front seats, that being in the middle of the arena seemed downgrading. If I get down there, I thought, I should only win, if not, I would make a fool of myself.

I might be the fool now, that I am down and fighting my way to improvement, but I better be down here, improving, than up there judging.

What happens when the movie ends

All great movies have a quest or a mission, a hero, lots of struggle, and then the victory; he gets the girl/she gets the guy, they catch the bad people or overcome adversity… Hurrray, and then what?

What happens after the dream is achieved, or if lucky, intensely lived? What happens when spending years and years dedicated to a dream, living with intensity every moment, you reach the final drop, you outgrow your new acquired life, and finished every drop of juice your dream had to offer.

Nobody makes movies or writes books on life after you achieve your dream.

So how are we suppose to know, how to deal with life without a quest?

Nine years have passed since the dream of travelling the world has entered my mind, and almost seven, since the dream became reality. Seven years you might say is a long time to enjoy a dream, however, traveling the world is not just a dream, is a quest; a search for yourself, far from home. For some, the journey may take months, or a lifetime . For me it took almost 7 years.

What now? 

Will home feel like home after so long, will I know what to do with myself? Will I fit in, in a world of social groups and unwritten social norms, when I lost the meaning of “small talk” apart of the chats with fellow travellers on planes heading into unknown, or at coffee shops, somewhere farther than ever imagined, when locals become interested in my weirdly comfortable solo traveller demeanour, starring at the passer by’s ?

When I finally decided that is time to head home, it felt exciting, like a new adventure. Routine life, waking up every morning, run along the harbour, sip ice coffees while reading my favourite books, and take pictures all day.

Somehow, my brain imagined the new routine, as exciting as some of the most interesting adventures while I was travelling. Thinking about the potential of a quiet, slow life, awoken my brain as when I got stuck between the Peruvian and the Bolivian border, without a visa, trying to find my way out and avoiding the risk of spending time in a Bolivian jail.

In other words, doing nothing sounds like an adventure now. For a hyperactive person, a slow life is a novelty, a novelty that will definitely need some major ‘get used to’.

It’s nothing like an adventure!

Isn’t THAT what I wanted, when I stopped travelling, after 90 countries and countless cities/states,…to RELAX? I still do not have the answer to that question. What I do know however is that I do not know how to stay still. Having to be somewhere has entered my system and transformed into. a way of operating into the world.

I think I enjoyed every place more intensely, just because I knew it is not forever, that soon, I will be somewhere else so I better pay attention to it now.

We all know the feeling we get from being busy, or having somewhere to be or something to do, is not always enjoyable but it gives us a hint of “I have a meaning”. Once the goal is removed, the meaning is removed from our life as well.

Making HOME an adventure will require dedication and creativity. The excitement has to be created not discovered, maybe my biggest adventure yet.

Would love to hear from you, if you have a similar situation or some advice, more than “get down from the high horse, people have real struggles”. I am with you if that’s what first thought that crosses your mind, and I am telling that to myself every morning with breakfast 🙂 but it didn’t work so far.

Enclothed cognition

“It has long been known that clothing affects how other people perceive us as well as how we think about ourselves,” Dr. Galinsky 

Let’s all acknowledge how easy it’s to agree with the first part of Dr Galinsky’s quote. It sounds indeed shallow but unfortunately, first impressions are made before people have the chance to discover the intricacies of our personalities or our fun storytelling skills.

Now to the second part of our quote, how many of us, wake up in the morning and dress to impress….ourselves?

Seems a bit contra intuitive, who cares how I dress if I only stay home, working on my project, or I go shopping or walking the dog? I’ll tell you who; Yourself!

Even though coscienciously we do not realise it, it has been proven that the way we dress affects the way we feel and ultimately our performance.

The term Enclothed Cognition was introduced by Adam H. and Galinsky A. D. (2012) in Journal of Experimental Psychology defining the influence that clothing has on the wearer’s psychological processes.

The three part study was set to evaluate the attention level of three control groups wearing either a doctors white coat, an artist’s coat (secreately the same as the doctor’s white coat), or just looking at a white coat on a stand in the roam. It has been shown that the participants wearing the white coat have outperformed the other two control groups by up to 50% in all three tests.

Based on the study, Adam and Galinsky think that clothes posses symbolic meaning, which is assumed by the people wearing them. A doctor is perceived as a highly intelligent, precise, detail oriented thinker, while an artist is perceived as creative, and free spirited.

How can we use Enclothed Cognition in our advantage

Start by defining how do you want to feel; creative, successful, strong, feminine/masculine, free-spirited, trust worthy, etc. Now take down your wardrobe and categories your clothing based on the feelings you associate with every item. for ex: the French barett night make you feel creative and inspired while the white crisp shirt will give you a thrust worthy, go for it vibe.

Even more important than finding the clothes associated with the feeling you desire, is discarding (donating) the items that are not enriching your state. Give up all the sweaters that you have gathered for years and never wear them, those jeans that maybe will fit you if you will lose weight, those over worn unflattering sweats and Ts that you kept just in case you will need something handy someday to wear, they just drag you down and crowd not only your wardrobe but your mind.

“Declother you house and you will declother you mind”


A minimalistic or essentialist approach on your wardrobe will help you not only have a clear vision of who you want to be but more importantly, ease the decision making process and let you focus your energy on creating the future you deserve.

Carefull, it’s all about self awareness!

Thinking about how you want to feel and dress accordingly doesn’t mean copying someone who seems like he/she feels the way you want to feel.

Just because you want to feel driven and successful that doesn’t mean you should open Vogue magazine and copy the first supermodel or Hollywood star’s outfit. It doesn’t work like that.

Instead think about your idea of successful, or creative or driven or powerful, and create your own style.

Just by being true to yourself and by gathering the courage to discover who you are and what influences your action, will you be able to make the most out of everything you interact with, including the clothes you wear.


What the fashion

Clothes are not just garments we use to cover our bodies (functionality), clothes are not a way of keeping up with the latest trends, (belonging), clothes are not just a way of showing off our actual or desired status, clothes are everything from the above plus much more.

photographer @el_liolia
model @Anastasia_brightt
design @allessy_lifestyle
photographer @el_liolia
model @Anastasia_brightt
design @allessy_lifestyle

A widely ignored function of clothing is the way they make us feel. The effect is subtle but undeniable, like antioxidants or sugar, it boost our spirits or makes us feel uncomfortable or unattractive but we attribute it mostly to circumstances, fate, lack of sleep, stress, and life in general, things outside our control, because this way we can still complain with zero responsibility.

photographer @Alex.dscv

Did you know that so many of us use complaining as a form of self acknowledgement, complaining about our life is a way of attracting attention, and is easy, at least easier than working towards happiness; those muddy waters off uncertainty are panic provoking just by thinking about it. “What if I will not reach fulfilment, I will be a shame, better to suffer for things out of my control than for self inflicted pain”.

I am not going to get deep into the philosophy of pain, I am just touching upon it for the sole purpose of understanding why the majority of us, do not take responsibility for our life and start change it for the better.

Back to the way we choose to dress. Think about it and be sincere with yourself. Why do you chose to dress in a particular way; is it comfort, access to only one kind of clothing style, price, trend, willing to impress/hide, express who you are, a mix of all?

You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it. —Edith Head

If is comfort that drives you, that’s great, as long as you are at a pyjama party or watching Netflix. You might argue, what if I am out, jogging? well think about it, whiles you are running, do you want to be feeling comfortable, like you are on your bed, or you want to feel like you can conquer the world?

If price is your guideline, stress no more, cheep doesn’t mean looking like you dressed in the dark from a friend’s closet, good taste doesn’t need a fluffy bank account.

What about trend, you wouldn’t want to go around like an outcast whilst everyone is showing off the short leggings and the chunky snickers. You need to be like them or face FOMO or being left behind. This is one of the hard mindsets to overcome, is deep ingrained in our biology. Our brain has the social bonding gene for survival, remember we are not hunter gatherers anymore, we do not need to obey the tribe or die.

A potentially good drive is the willingness to impress, the only problem is trying to impress the wrong people. If you have a job interview or a date, please do dress to impress, for everything else, dress to impress anyway, but this time, impress yourself. Dress for success they say and they are right.

Your brain doesn’t know the difference from fantasy and reality, it obeys what it perceives. Make your brain believe you are the person you want to become, and your brain will take you there.

Finally, every adolescent sin and not only, “dress to express who we are”. This sounds great, and if you took the journey of discovering yourself, and your clothing reflect and bring out the best in you, I congratulate you and look forward to hearing from you, we need tips.

For the rest of us who are still trying to find the way or for those who are not even thinking or succumbed their state to “everyone else is to blame”, my question for you however is: you might have accepted who you are, but are you happy with how your life unfolds, your work, your relationships, your lifestyle? If you answer No to any of this even deep down where no-one can see, then we need to work on who we are, because is who we are that manifests everything else in our life.

It’s time to take action. I am not saying that dressing in a certain way will solve all our problems, but is a piece of the mindset we are trying to construct.

In the next posts we will discover more about the power of clothing (enclothed cognition) and little by little tackle a variety of subjects, meant to open us up to the life changing awareness of oneself and how to manipulate our own brain to get us where we want to be.

Can you ever get tired of travelling?

\Travel far enough and you will discover yourself!

For the last 6 years I have traveled the world visiting more than 80 countries and more than 100 cities.

When you are travelling life takes a different speed, time passes faster, and in November you wander where March went and if you have time to fully prepare for Christmas. But you know what, Christmas doesn’t feel as important anymore cause you will not be home with family and friends, Easter will catch you in Asia and instead you will be wondering about and discovering new traditions, Temples are your new Churches, the water fighting in Bangkok, the Colour festival, they all remain beautiful but after a while, seems to normalise. When you have done many of the things you used to only dream about, gratefulness will not disappear, however the excitement becomes routine, and the routine is not stimulating.

Many of you will read and judge….there are people who never traveled out of their city and there are people who have nothing to eat while I am traveling the world and write about how I had enough. I get it, there will always be people who will love to have our life, and do not get me wrong, I love my life, however I am just here to tell you the perks of our psychology, and how having it all, is not the answer, as Jim Kerry once said.

The world has became my home, even when I visit a new place, I do not feel the uneasiness I used to feel when I first started this journey, I feel comfortable and as if I belong. This is great you might say, and I totally agree, but that makes travelling less like travelling cause metaphorically I am always home.

Habituation is the killer of all excitement, therefore for the last year I have taken a break from travelling with the exception of travelling for work and my birthday getaway, which is a must ( I will tell you the story in another post).

So here I am, on vacation, writing about how I need a break from vacations.

Life is an interesting game, and I think I am just starting to understand the rules of play.

It’s not about the destination anymore, it’s about how interesting you make the journey!

Travelling far enough and you will find yourself!

From thousand islands, why Bali?

“Mama Bali has called you”, is the statement you will gonna get, if you find yourself wondering around Bali, and if you feel like it seem to be something more to this island than party, beach and surfing.

With thousand of people visiting the island every month, Bali is one of the most popular touristic destinations, mainly for its fun and easy going lifestyle.

I have always tried to avoid falling in the “fame trap” and avoid going to a place just because is famous, however something beyond my understanding took me for vacation to this tiny island of the Indonesian Archipelago.

Indonesia has more than 17.000 islands, Sumatra being the biggest one (~400.000 Sq/Km), followed by Celebes (~200.000Sq/km), Java (~120.000Sq/Km),Halumohera and Ceram drops to approx. 17.000Sq/km, Bali is the 12th with approx 5000 Sq/Km and you can only imagine how tiny the rest of the island are, scattered around the Indian and Pacific Ocean.

If it was just a matter of luck for the island to become famous, or is more to Bali than meets the eye, is what I will try to debate next, and feel free to let your imagination fly there, because whatever you can imagine, Bali can offer.


Indonesia has one of the biggest Muslim community in the world, however Bali  is predominantly Hindu.  The Balinese people  believe in spirits, karma and “keeping busy”.

Creating and giving “offerings” to the Gods, is a must, for every respectful Hindu Balinese.

In front of doors, crossroads, even on mountain pathways, and forests, you will have to be careful not to step on coconut leave baskets, adorned with flowers and scented sticks.

The locals believe in the existence of both bad and good spirits, like darkness and light, good and evil. They also believe that the bad spirits are mostly leaving on crossroads and rivers and some locals are able to see them.

The island has become famous for its spirituality, and funny enough, its not the locals who are promoting it, but ” once upon a time” tourists, who decided to settle and explore the potential of the island.

A home away from home

If you have ever been to Bali, you deffinitely remember the confortable feeling of ” is like I know this place” while at the same time having the adrenalin kick of discovering an exotic land.

If you stop and analise the environement however, the situation in Bali is more like a peaceful invasion. Foreigners have taken over the island. European and Australian1 style restaurants and bars, yoga retreats and Healthy lifestyle centres, have popped up like mushroom after a summer rain.

Is like watching an Indonesian movie with mainly, foreigners actors.

We all love to travel, or the majority of us at least, we love the new and the exotic. However, what keeps us comming back for more or even settling in Bali is the subtle familiarity of the environement brought by the availability of a lifestyle that one is already used to and the familiar faces.  What can be better than exploring a new environement and culture, however, now and than, being able to go back to your home country habits and lifestyle ?!?!

Maybe is the Yoga or the Meditation, you might be pushed to think.

You may be right, and maybe is the fact that even there, is like the spiritual ambasy of tourists around the world.

However is not the locals giving the classes, but again, the once upon a time tourists. The only locals that can be spotted in the yoga centers, are at the reception, just for you to remember that in fact you are in vacation.


Walking around mesmarising villages in the north side of the Island and as a matter of fact, everywhere you walk in Bali, you will be in owe of the reachness of the land.  Looks like, everything you want, grows in Bali: from tomato to bananas, from coconut to grains, thanks to the variety of the relief.

Than why is the island still quite poor?!

I am not an expert neither in politics or echonomy, so the first answer that crosses my mind is; ” This people are far too nice”

They welcome us in their homes, treat us like kings and ask pennies for it.

You can eat like a VIP for 20$ a day and much less if you want, stay in great 4 stars  hotels for as less as 30$ per night and pay an averrage of 40$ to have a taxi for a full day.

Can we call it Paradise already?!?!?!


I can not say that Bali has the best natural landscape on the whole Indonesian archipelago, however, it definitely has some seriously stunning views.

I was recently passing through some “must see” places for a friend who is planning to visit the island, and I have covered two pages, just with “must see”, leaving a side the: should see, beautiful to see, if you have time to see etc.

While the beaches get a lot of attention for their beauty, if you are a nature’s person, I advise you to ” camp” in Ubud. At only 2 h 30 min, from the furthest point of the island, in all directions, Ubud itself is a natural paradise.

Campuhan Ridge walk, Ubud Palace and the Monkey forest, are within walking distance from the center, while Bali Swing, Tagalalang Rice fields, Tangenungan waterfalls, Pura Titra Empul temple, are 30 to 40 minutes away. 

If you are not shy to bargain in Bali, and you shouldn’t, than a taxi will cost you 500 RP per day, or the equivalent of approx. 35 dollars. In case bargaining is not your thing, then be prepared to pay up to 80 dollars/day.

Having rented a good car or a good taxi is primordial for discovering Bali. It doesn’t take long to reach to any place on your list, however, many waterfalls and temples are hidden in the mountains, and you will want your taxi to wait for you, while you enjoy a small hike.

This is especially important for solo-travelers, because I know we are many and growing,  even though some days ago, I unintentionally overheard some tourist say, ” who goes to Bali alone, that is nonsense”.

Travelling alone in Bali is far from nonsense, is indicated I might say. Not just that it feels as safest as it can get this days, but also, the environament will encourage you to either bound and connect, or fallow an introspection journay and rediscover yourself.

Now that we have establish that the island is safe, you can trust your taxi and take a day trip to discover the hidden ” Bali Niagara; not as massive, but as impressive.

Reserve a day just for waterfall hunting. Munduk Waterfall, Sekumpup Waterfall and Baniyumalla twin Waterfalls, are some of the most impressive, but at the same time, not very easy to access.

On your way to the Waterfalls, stop and take in the beauty of Bratan Temple.

The “Temple on the lake” became famous for its surroundings more than itself. Situated on lake Bratan, and framed by mountains, Bratan Temple can be one of the favorite places for a instagram shots, however, for those who love culture and a good story, the temple is like a goldmine.

Between Bratan Temple and the waterfalls, you will discover the famous Bali Gates, a Instagram sulerstar, leaving you wandering how can beauty be so easy to access, no wow, no struggle, just a gate on the side of the road, able to take you however in a different dimension altogether.

Batur mountain is another jewel to be discovered. Safeguarding the lake and the vilages nearby, Batur is facing the powerful force of Mount Agung. From a safe distance of a potencial eruption, climbing Mount Batur can give you a fair sight of the power of nature.

The day I climb it, the fog has settle in, leaving just a faint impression of what is so close and not visible. Mount Aging has hidden its distruction force, morking my insignificance and childish excitment of trying to stare the nature in the face withouth fear.

Another good glimpse of the Mount Agung can be taken from Lempuyand Temple, south est of the island.

Situated at 1, 175m above sea lever , Pura lempuyand is one of the most regarded Hindu temples in Bali, celebrating its importance with a over 1700 stairs to reach it.

There are two 2 ways of exploring Bali:

The fun, beach and sun, party and surfing side,

And, the spiritual, nature bounding, purifying and meditative side.

Choose the one for you and go explore.


The Apollonian side of Greece.

There is something special about the mornings before a vacation. The air seems to be scented with the fragrance of new discoveries, and one can feel again as a kid in front of an unopened gift.

However is not morning, not even afternoon and I lean my head against the window on the row 29 F on a light load plane departing to Athens. “This is pleasantly unexpected”I thought when after a short glance at my minion posture, a nice gentleman jumped up in rescue and without the smallest effort, placed my bag in the overhead near to his seat, making sure he will be the one giving it back to me. I blushed, he smiled, and unable to think of anything flattering or smart, I mumbled a “thank you” and hided on my seat, pretending to be tired.

In reality, there is no shadow of tiredness in my body, maybe just my mind is a bit overworked from daydreaming my next 5 days in the city of the Philosophers.

Just a few days back, I had no clue where should I spend my mini vacation, and now, somewhere in between here and there, flying above thousand of dreams and hopes, it feels right. As if I was always supposed to go there.

I haven’t booked a shuttle, and I am not planning for a taxi; that would be too easy, I would feel as a coward trying to escape a fearful action. So for the bus I go and the bus is waiting for me as knowing I would be there. We depart in five minutes.

Closing the welcoming night, the hotel receptionist is waiting.” The last guest for the night” he said and smiled, half with politeness, half with relive that he can finely withdraw himself into the warmth of his room. Is still chilly in Athens at night.  I smile back and rested my gaze into his hazel eyes for a last time.

 A daring sunshine, obviously not interested in how less I have succeeded to rest, drags me out of bed. I have a weakness for the morning sun, lavishing careless on my balcony.  “Good morning Athens!” And the city seems to answer back through every sound. People are already rushing on the streets and without remembering what happen in between, I am already in the lobby of my hotel, map in hand, my camera hanging around my neck, ready to embrace whatever the city has to offer.

As I am looking for the best way to reach Acropolis from my hotel, which is located near Omonia square, I discover a pedestrian street, tizzing my imagination with glimpses of ruins on the other end.

I will discover later that Athens is packed with narrow streets, inviting you to indulge in local delicacies as kourabiedes (walnut cookie) or Galaktoboureko (milk pie), choose from countless international and local brands or try the local olive oil base cosmetics or traditional style jewelry.

Eolou street is no exception, the street is filled with tourist enjoying their morning coffee, and locals, reading their newspaper or shop for the Ester celebration.  The trees are painted in a dark purple, and maybe is the Ester season that fills the street with a delightful mood, or maybe is my childlike way of seeing the world, either way my feet seem to dance on a music everyone seems to understand.

In front of a church, a well dress gentleman, looking like his soul has forgotten the age of his body, is playing the violin. I joke to myself, thanking the Greek Gods for such a welcoming, and let loose a few coins into the man’s old violin case. He gifted me back a smile as if he just intruded my imagination and I take the corner to Plaka.

Spring is the best time to walk around the streets of Plaka. Heavenly scented flowers are embellishing the walls, and the balconies, painted in bright green, red or blue are taking you back in time.

The narrow streets, competing for space on the Acropolis Hill, are now crowded with nicely decorated tables and colorful sitting areas, as if in this place, people have no notion of time. Plaka feels like an old nostalgic memory, that people are refusing to let go of.

I got lost a few times, forgetting I go somewhere, lost in wonder and adoration. As I take a corner, a worm smile grandma’ with glittery eyes, thinking probably of the time her grand-kids will come for the Easter celebration, is watering the flower pots, proudly exposed by the freshly painted window.

I follow the street, turn right near a mouthwatering smelling restaurant, cross a few more streets, greet the locals, smile at tourist, and soon I find my way to the Acropolis. A dense forest is trying to keep the mystery for a few more minutes, but as soon as a few more meters were climbed, the majestic construction can not be kept hidden anymore.

As expected tourist were rooming around, mostly oblivious of the beautiful sight, trying desperately to catch a view of their smartphone, selfie sticks, professional cameras, anything but a true, deep breath into the beauty of history.  A better angle is preferred to a better understanding this days. And once again I am glad I am alone in the middle of the world, no distraction and no selfie stick.

The sky seem to pour over the acropolis and I stare at it until my eyes sting and drops of pleasurable tears slide across my cheeks.

Did Pericles had any Idea of the greatness of his construction. Did he intended “immortality” by ordering the construction of Acropolis, or he was just building a monument as we all do this days; with a practical utility, not thinking of the far future, when tourist will wanna see it, as a symbol of an antique and different society?!?!

Does the building in itself makes us wonder and spend time and money to visit, or is the story behind it?!?!  If you think about it, you will realize that, except you are an architect, you are travelling to see stories unfolding in front of your eyes, and not places.  I have no clue about the importance of the building, the architectural complexity or the difficulty of execution; all I know is the story behind it. I imagine Plato and Socrates, walking the corridors of buildings like Acropolis, meeting for lectures in Arenas or Agoras. I can feel a wave of humbleness and excitement, walking the same ground as the biggest minds of this planet. Gazing at the same side of the sky they did, maybe meditating upon the same rock. 😅

The day unfolds between bits of history. Even if the city is filled with historical footprints, the majority seem to be condensed around the Acropolis.

At the base of the Acropolis Hill you can find the Roman Agora, a relatively small area, hiding a water watch and a few meters to its left, the Ancient Agora is occupying the space of an entire park. Bits of history scattered between rare trees and narrow paths. On the far end of the park you can find hidden, as if shy of its modernity, a small church and a museum, or what is now known as the meeting place for Art and Theater students.

On the other end of the hill from the most compact peace of architecture you can find on the Ancient Agora, I am now enjoying the best view one can have of the Acropolis. ( Except the view from the last floor bar of my hotel).

The Adrian’s Library, the Zeus Temple and the Stadium are the next stops, and a little after midday, I found myself in need of a break.

After a well deserved coffee and a bite on a salmon baguette'( I am a shame at trying the culture in food) , I decide to go for the biggest hill in Athens, or the Lycabettus Mount as they call it. “Sunset will be spectacular from the mountain pick”, in case I have the courage to stay on the mountain for the show, and descend on dark a 20 minutes walk trough a forest, followed by 1 hour walk to my hotel. If you are like me and and love walking, the time will pass like nothing. Up until the base of the mountain, you will be walking around shopping streets and surround yourself with noisy bars. From the base of the mountain you will have tree option: a cable car is there for the lazy ones or the ones which have walked their limit already, a paved road will zigzag trough the forest if you decide on a moderate walk and for restless people like me, small pathways, scattered around the mountain, will let you enjoy the beauty of nature.

I have decided to miss the sunset on the hill, after a long time gazing in owe at the view, and head back with the sun chasing me from the back. I felt a bit coward, the place is more than safe, however I convinced myself that a wine on the hotel bar is the best option. At the end, it is famous for its view.

The sky is bleeding fire, and from my spot, wrap in cozy blankets, the Acropolis looks like a giant worrier, watching over the city. My eyelids are slowly closing, the wine is worming up my body, and I let my mind drifting off. Tomorrow will go chasing for the Greek Gods again.

806, a grave voice is shouting, as he was shouting at a lottery pull. Room 806, he cries again, this time directing his inexpressive look towers me.

I nod, pick up my small backpack, hiding just my camera my lip-balm and my hand sanitize; this days I have renounced on caring my house along, travelling makes you realize, most of the time you wont need more than money and a good camera.

The short, grumpy looking man, taking me to the buss, must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe is just the passing of the years, imprinted on its perfectly round face, either way, his look can not hide his loving nature, betrayed with every time he stops to see if I’m following, the spark in his dark eyes as he is struggling to place each of us on the right buss. His name is Socrates, and he will be our buss driver today. Near Socrates, now looking more at ease, on the other side of the steering will, a middle age woman, armed with a microphone, brakes the ice in a Greek accent English welcoming us to Go Tours, “ladies and gentleman Il y a de francophone aujourd’hui avec nous?” she continues, reveling her secret weapon; her french accent is impeccable, if not for a few Greek translations, I would believe we got ourselves a french tour guide.

The 2 h and 30 minutes drive until the Mount Parnassus, took us trough 4 different regions of the country; all with very important mythological stories, as Miss D will make sure not to escape any detail. In vain I try to catch up on some sleep. The story goes one about the young man who became a king after answering a terrifying beast’s question: Which being is standing on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon and tree in the evening?” Apparently the answer was” the human” and as I couldn’t get why without a hint, I have to give up my hope of being a Queen😂

The Mount Parnassus is now showing off its white pics on the right, and we get to know that right near Delphi settlement, one can literally see the center of the ancient world.

The legend says that Zeus sent two eagles from two extremes of the world, and they have met here. A more modern day theory sustain that part of the mountain collapsed into itself, forming a V-shape crevasse and releasing natural gasses, which gave the impression of being close to the center of the world.

The gasses released were used as hallucinogens, and famous stories have been born due to its powers. The Delphi oracle, based on the believe that trough the hallucinogenic gas exposure, a young lady, was in touch with the Gods, has attracted thousand of pilgrims every year.

According to history, and Miss D, the young girl predictions were understood just by priests, who were in return translating them, in double meaning phrases. Every pilgrim was therefore due to interpret his prophecy accordion to his personality and believes.

 The Ruins of Delphi Oracle are deeply hidden in the mountain, protected by valleys and walls of stone. The beauty of the place is Apollonian, as Miss D loves to say, reflecting God Apollo love for art, music, sun and knowledge; a serenity hard to dismiss while you find yourself on the mountain where the same God used to be worshiped.

I have skipped the museum, situated at the base of the mountain, and as much as it saddens our tour guide, missing being the witness to her extended knowledge, I have decided to spend some more time, climbing higher in to the mountain, to a stadium they use as a race track.

Passing trough Arahova on the way back, we were delighted by the charm of the mountain side village, its narrow colorful streets and the houses competing for space, as if the mountain was too small to fit them.

We stop here for a late lunch and I get to contemplate the day, in seeps of wine and cheese pie.

Two days, two mountains, and my legs are burning with pleasure and pain.

In two days, my feet have crossed the entire city, walked every hidden street and wondered, places out of tourist maps. Mountains and hills, ruins and shopping streets, museums and cafeterias, they have all sink in. I have enjoyed every movement, every sound and every color, every aroma Athens can offer, the only thing missing, for completeness is the beach, the breeze, playing in my hear, and my eyes resting upon the waves, as a meditation technique.

Is my last day in Athens and with the morning sun playing on my skin, I head to the beach, no destination in particular, planning to stop, where the sky meets the sea.

The tram is full, and I am wondering what will it be in full season, in an oven heated summer. I dismiss the thought, happy is March and people are still running around their day, dreaming of summer time. The tram stops, and a handful of a person enters carrying two grocery bags, covering a third of her body. I stand, and offer her a seat. Proudly hesitating, she finally seats, and leaves behind a shy thank you, as if she took the seat, not because she needed it, but with the love of a caring grandmother, trying to acknowledge her grand-kid good intention.

It took another twenty minutes until I finally sow it: the blueness of the sky is overwhelming, and the see is calm, expectant.

I get down at the first stop, and start walking in silence, as not to disturb the sea. A few daring souls, were disappearing slowly under the still water, making the scene look like a baptism ritual, a soul purification. Coming towards me, on an average peace, was a shirtless man, his breathing trying to cope with years of smoking. he passes me by, as if I was not there, and I continue walking, aimlessly, or maybe just following the sun. It may have been an hour or two, when the cornice road, suddenly turns into a small docks area.

Where did all this people came from , suddenly I feel like I have just felt from the sky on a overpopulated planet. People are walking up and down the docks, children are playing on the far end park, lovers holding hand, and tourists obviously impressed are looking for a place to have their lunch.

Right in front of a luxurious boat, showing off in the afternoon sky, a open air bar, has catch my eye. its low, cozy couches, are inviting you into reverie.

Hours pass by and all I can do is stare into  deep blue water, the sky has turn into a pale pink , as the flame of the sun fade out, hiding between the boats.

It´s time to let go I think to myself Saying goodbye is never easy, however, there will be no new beginnings without it. and life is movement.

I am back on Sintagma Square, and as I try to feel every step of the road, back to the hotel, from the corner of the street, a local band is performing one of the last summer´s hits. I take it as a farewell, remember the man playing the violin on my first day in Athens, smile at the memory and once again, thank the Greek Gods for the worm welcoming.

My eye lids are heavy and I lie my head on the window at row 29 F.

How do you feel!?

How do you feel, knowing that you will never have me again, 
That once you knew my soul, 
but now I'm just a memory, 
A distant world you once called home!?!?

How do you feel, knowing that in the end, 
none of your rules mattered,
That you could have tasted the Universe,
But, you decided to deny it, in fear!?!?

How do you feel, knowing that there was no purpose, 
That all there was, is choice, 
And you have chosen not to live, 
waiting for me to beg you to dare!?!?

Asked, Your Life!!!

Ignorance or the illusion of happiness.

Too many times I hear the phrase ” just don’t think about it”, ” don’t give it more weight than it actually has”.

And as I do agree that complicating situations more than is necessary or overthinking, is a harmful habit in which we all indulge more than the advised dose, not thinking things trough at all and ” just go with the flow” somehow appears to me as harmful as overdoing it.

The new age trend of ” playing it cool” or ” taking it easy” seems to take over the old concept of ” fair-play” and responsible communication. So overwhelming that I can cite dozens of synonyms for ” keeping it simple”.

Human interactions lack reliance, respect and responsibility and it seem to have been forgotten, that not so long time ago, this values wore the base of any relationship.

Speaking one’s mind and expressing true interest, even a simple two way communication has been abolished and reduced to a state of shame in which those who are claiming or using it are perceived as weak and accused of not knowing how to ” play the game”.

The new purpose of life is living in oblivion, striving to eliminate any trace of humanity. The ” follow your feelings” has transformed in ” follow your desires” and care not for the other. The happiness has return to satisfying primal cravings, and as long as one fills his time with shallow entertainment, he will not need to attend any deeper reflection upon one’s purpose in life.

There is no purpose anymore, we have succeeded to convert ourselves in a dormant being, and as long as we have ourselves entertained with “not thinking” and not reflecting upon the usefulness of our actions, we will forever be satisfied.

Like a morphine dozed corps, we have given up on our souls for the sake of  physical pleasure.

Analyzing our thoughts or even more, taking action, takes a tremendous amount of discomfort. Just the thought of standing out against the collective agreement upon what “is in” and what is outdated can be  for some, the worst fear.

It all started way above our level of conscious perception. It started as a punch in our ego, as a salvation for our lost souls, as a fulfillment of our unattended need for recognition.

The society took advantage of our weaknesses and gave us an imaginary world to belong to, a world in which we need not to think anymore, in which, the degradation of the human values is normality, so we need not to feel responsible for anything.

The society takes all the responsibility. In fact, the more ignorant we become, more protective “The Society” becomes towards our hypocrisy, defending our rights and nourishing our dormant minds with more demeaning ideas.

A nation without values, is a nation which will not rebel, a nation which will not ask questions,

A nation feeding on temporary pleasures will enslave itself voluntary, asking for more.

We have become the slaves of ” The Society” , begging for its jars of honey,  served abundantly but which will never end up satisfying our hunger.

Perfect love, supreme power, unfading beauty, they are all at a reach of hand, if we only, “play it right enough”, “stay cool” and ” just do it”, and somehow, even though we never seem to reach it, we have convinced ourselves that they are there, it’s just a matter of keep looking and dismissing everything that doesn’t fit the expectations.

We are not investing in a friendship anymore, we are barely using people to fulfill our needs, and whoever can fulfill that need is our friend, until someone else suits better for the job. And care not reciprocating the attendance, ” why should someone make such a drama and ask for reciprocity”, ” get a life” we say.

I dare not to get dipper into a human relationship, bounded by sacrifice, care, empathy, and open communication. It’s a myth now days, a nostalgic feeling or “saudade” as the Portuguese say ” a constant feeling of absence, the sadness of something that’s missing, wishful longing for completeness”. 

A feeling that many use as an excuse for running, a feeling that we have reached to treasure more than the actual fulfillment of love.

Somehow, feeling sad and not understood, has became more appealing than the real happiness.  And how can it be different, in a world in which, people connect trough suffering, and happiness is seen as a delusion.

Calmness and peacefulness are for yogis. Eccentricity, reserved for the rich, or those which ” have no important things to do.”

“Real people” as they call themselves,  have no time for childish behaviors, or for indulging in reflection or self analysis. They barely have time to exist.

We live to work and we work to live. We gather wealth as an end purpose, and not for a purpose.

The most striking of all, we claim to be self sufficient, INDEPENDENT beings, working continuously to prove that, we need no one to be happy, without ever being able to reach that happiness, following however, the values created by our COLLECTIVE imagination, called SOCIETY.