Ode to temporary companions

The big learning from Into the Wild: “Happiness only real when shared.”

In this ever changing temporary arrangement that’s life, I feel grateful for my friends. Those, who share my happiness and support in the bad times. Who are hoping for a better arrangement when needed. Who stick with me, no matter what.

I am also thankful for my temporary visitors. Those, who I bump into and share a part of my path with. Who arrive all of a sudden, making me feel like I have always known them, then disappear, just as unexpectedly. Those, who remind me that there are people alike.

Practicing cherishing the moments spent together, while spent together, without expectations, with no regret and learning to let them go, when their path takes a sudden turn is a challenge.

We are temporary arrangements. We are amazing.

Alanis Morissette – Everything


No pressure over cappucino

It’s funny how history repeats itself. When you get to the same situations time after time. The same unexpected rain, the same Cafe to get dry, the game of lights.

Yet as you move in this time and space, the same experiences get a new colour.
Then you get home with a smile in your face.

Alanis Morissette – No Pressure Over Cappucino


I turned one year more experienced today (counting the days by sleeping). I have changed a lot in the past two years – since I moved abroad -, but this birthday got me in my hometown in Hungary, after a successful 8th half marathon and a nice family celebration on Sunday.

I am grateful for all I have: my family, my friends, the challenges I get to face, the help I get from strangers.

We are temporary arrangements. I can’t wait to see where the wind takes me by this time next year.

Thank you All!

Alanis Morissette – Hand In My Pocket

Rest without guilt

There’s this general behaviour in Berlin: when the Sun comes out, people go to the parks. After almost 2 years, it still amazes me, even though lately I am part of the crowd enjoying laying in the grass on my picnic plaide reading a great book and having a break without thinking about the rest of life.

That’s what I call idill.

Alanis Morissette – Utopia