Thursday, January 29, 2015

How will I know

that I'm doing the right thing?
Guess it doesn't matter.
As long as it makes me happy. 

The one thing to remember about an adventure is that if it turns out the way you expected it to, it has not been an adventure at all. 

A week full of good vibes, good people and lots of laughter. It was the week of realisation that 2015 should be there year when I'm going to love someone who deserves me. Me. 
Week of realisation that there's still so much to learn and do... and it's just the beauty of it all. Week full of friendly faces and flirty looks. 
But that's how it suppose to be. Friendly. We are all dancers. Working on those same things. We need to get inspired by others, see their passion as we see our own. Because we are the same. No matter what you say - in that book, in dance life book - we are the same. You can't say that the one who practises more has more passion. Or love. Or happiness in in. You can't say that the one who always smiles or cries after every emotional choreography is feeling the dance more. No. We are not the ones who can judge each others minds, hearts and souls. We dance. When we want to dance. When we feel like it. It's our passion. Nobody has the right to identify your passion. 
Dance. If you want to. Dance it all out and in and over. And stop and stare others if you want to. THAT is the beauty of it. Do both - 'cause that's when you really grow into it. By loving every step of dance and life.

It doesn't matter if you dance now. Or if you only dance in parties when you're drunk. It doesn't matter if you have lessons every day.
You know you are a dancer. You know it in your heart. And please learn to love it. 

Monday, January 19, 2015

I need new heat

flowers in her hair
demons in her head
drugs in her veins
laughter in her mind
love in her soul
storm in her heart 

Maybe we'll meet again when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic. We'll meet again and laugh the same way we did. Or at least we both hope we will. We'll meet again and take the same walks, talks and wanders. We'll meet again like we did in the last time but it will feel like the first time. We'll meet again and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me.
But right now I'm a chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

Friday, January 16, 2015

High on life

The world is full of nice people. If you can't find one, be one. 

Let me get this straight. I don't want small talk. I don't need your "Hello" or "How are you?" I just want you to start talking about what you believe in. Let your passion light up your eyes. Talk about how others make you feel. How you want to feel and how magical it is to travel. Tell me your thoughts when it's 1am and you don't know if it's alcohol or tiredness speaking. I want to know how your family spends holidays and how did your breakfast taste like. Let me be the one who you would call and sing your favourite lyrics. Tell me why you got so angry this morning when I wasn't around. Or when the line in food store was so long. Laugh. You don't need a reason. I will laugh with you. Laugh because your hiding something. Laugh because you feel comfortable. Laugh because you are high on life. Try to speak and laugh at the same time. Roll around and tell me your secrets. Whisper to me why are you so scared of moving on or why speaking of religions make you feel uncomfortable. Scream to the dishes if they are still in the sink after two days. And then tell me why we should go, take the first plane tickets and fly the hell out of here. Don't just say that you hate the weather here. Describe it. And then laugh because it's the stupidest thing to talk about. Teach me a new language. Quote me your favourite philosophers. Start rapping your guilty pleasure pop songs. Make stupid noises when you feel like you don't find the words to describe your week. Let me get to know you while you talk about you birthday when you were 10 or when you had your first bike accident. Mumble the words that you are afraid to say. Feel free to mumble while you talk about what you still haven't done but wish to do. Tell me your favourite number. And your lucky number. Text me while you are busy and need someone to tell how badly the elevator smells. Or text me when you can't fall asleep and need someone to tell why you hate bright yellow or love the new 1975 song. Tell me when you are sad and why. Or excited. Or feeling loved. Or when you are loving someone. 
Let me get this straight. I don't want small talk. I want to be high on life. And I wish you could be as high as me. 
Let me get this straight. We should smile and conquer Everest... not sit here and have a small talk. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

My only wish for 2015

is that people would start to listen to each other more carefully. 

They claim that Dalai Lama once said: “When you talk you are repeating the things you already know. But when you listen you might learn something new.”

But what if you let yourself finally listen to… yourself?

I’ve been in between of doing what is right and doing what I think is right. But a long time I haven’t been to the point when I actually feel right.  
Why we talk so much? Why we listen too much someone else’s advise and not realize that the answers are in front of us?
Why we hold on to things we can’t control and let go the things we THINK we can’t control?

What if the first time I don’t talk or listen. I watch.
I actually watch myself to dance.
I see my body moving. I feel my body moving.
I see my eyes wandering. I see something behind the eyes. I see me. Bi-polar, passionate, often with bad humor and dramatically spontaneous self.
I see myself and others see me.
They see me better than I feel me. And why the heck I’m not seeing myself more often like this? Why can’t we see ourselves like others see us? And why do we let our advisors run our thoughts and our thoughts run our heart and body?

So I dance. To have the control. To own the control. And let it go at the same time; and have a laugh if I need to, if I want to.  
I’m doing it to count my blessings and have a blast, not to count my problems.
I’m here to travel. Not physically. I’m here to wander in me.
I’m here to laugh. I’m here to feel laughter, to hear laughter and see laughter.
And I hope my laughter teaches more than my words. 

Sunday, January 4, 2015

I wish to live a life

that causes my soul to dance. 

Ed Sheeran has been with me the whole year. Starting with Golden Cup - One and #1. Meanwhile having a competition in Finland and getting through finals with Stay With Me (cover). And now having fun filming for Thinking Out Loud. 
Ed Sheeran has made my year. 
Made it pretty magical. 

New year has been treating me good. 
And I will continue treating it good. 
And others good. 
And doing good for me. 
It's the year of feeling good, doing good and succeeding good. 

Saturday, January 3, 2015


one who loves life deeply and lives it to the extreme.

“When you are washing the dishes, washing the dishes must be the most important thing in your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life. Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole world revolves—slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this actual moment is life.”
Thich Nhat Hanh