Imagine Freedom

Look through the nearest window. What do you see?
You see a place where you could be. Throw your arms in the air.
Shout.
Shout louder.
Shout as loud as you can, just because you're free and you can.
You're more free than a bird in a cage, than a child in a crib, than a person caring about what others think. You're more free than a flower in a vase, than a hair tide in a tail than a woman in high heels.
You're as free as you think, as beautiful as the mirror tells you, only you and no one else.
Just because you're behind locked doors, in a wheelchair, with no sight, does not mean you're not free! As long as you are not close-minded, and if you can IMAGINE it, than you can be free.

Imagine. There is not a thing in this world more powerful than our imagination. Why? Because it is unlimited. It is untamed. It is beautiful and endless.

Whatever we want, whatever we wish, we can have. Our imagination is what gets us going, what keeps us going. It is our greatest weapon and most powerful shield.

Our imagination is the way we see ourselves, and if we want others to see us in the same light, we have to let our imagination out and let it be seen by others.

Use your imagination in any way you want, because you CAN and because you SHOULD. It's your gift and nobody else's and you mustn't waste it.
Be creative.
Be free.
It's your time to shine.

Cicmila

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I dream.

I dream.
Bigger than me. Bigger than a house. Bigger than an elephant. Bigger than the moon. Bigger than a music note, but smaller than the song itself, for I don't know the meaning it has for others. Bigger than war and bigger than the world, but I could not possibly dream bigger than a child seeing the first snow. Bigger than expectations but smaller than fears. Smaller than the universe, and smaller than you. Bigger than an elephant.
I dream.

I wish.
I wish for music. I wish for happiness. I wish for history. I wish for love. I wish for no hunger nor war. I wish for every child to have a smile on their face and loved ones to hug. I wish for magic. I wish for modesty. I wish for health. I wish for dreams. I wish for more wishes. I wish for change. I wish for knowledge. I wish for you. I wish for art. I wish for blue and red. I wish for love.
I wish.

I see.
I see friendship. I see birds and trees. I see bicycles. I see letters. I see pictures. I see black and I see white. I see people trying to find a way forward, when they'd already passed the turn. I see dreams and wishes. I see laughter. I see night. I see day. I see beauty. I see ambition. I see books. I see us. I see stars and I see rain. I see the sea and I see the ice. I see letters.
I see.

I love.
I love mystery. I love fame. I love stories. I love mornings. I love you. I love people. I love freedom. I love power to help. I love minds. I love ideas. I love piglets. I love music. I love chocolate. I love smiles. I love dreams. I love wishes. I love the sights. I love caring. I love worry. I love time and I love space. I love colors and I love shapes. I love reasons. I love the truth. I love working. I love sleeping. I love you.
I love.

Cicmila

Today is a Beautiful Day

Today is a beautiful day! Can't you see it? Can't you hear it? Can't you feel it?

Can't you see the sun shining and the grass glittering in its rays? The people smiling and the birds flying? The animals little and big, paintings being painted, secrets being explored?
Can't you see it?

Can't you hear the children's laughter and the bird's song? Stories being told and lullabies being sung? The silent words, whispers, crickets filling out silence, footsteps on a bridge, bees going from one flower to the next?
Can't you hear it?

Can't you feel the warmth in the air, not from the sun but from the people themselves? The trust being born, the burning love, niceness to strangers, beauty from within? Can't you feel happiness?
Can't you feel it?

Today is a beautiful day.
See it.
Hear it.
Feel it.
Today is a beautiful day.
Live it.

Cicmila

Perfect

Inside of me, lies a demon.

It's ugly and small, and it feeds on my fears and doubts. I hate it, and it loves it, because my hate makes him even bigger.
If it's one of those days when it's cold outside, and I just don't feel like even getting out of bed, those are the days it loves the most.
It speaks. It tells me I'm not good enough, doesn't let me get to my reasons to live.
But it's not all that bad. I hate it so much I often do things I know it'll dislike: I take care of myself, I love myself, I help out others. That's my little way of rebellion. That's how, in a way, the demon helps me. It makes me push myself more and strive for perfection. It only tells the truth, but if I'm perfect, there's nothing it can say.
...Right?
That's what I think, so I do my best to live my life the way I find perfect. But, the more things I change to perfect, the more new things it finds. It's a fight for survival, I guess. Only one of us can win, and it's a never-ending battle.
Today, I've lost the fight.
I know because I'm alone, in a dark corner of the room, crying.
Today, it got me, and now my tears are like an elixir to it. I hate it.
And that makes it stronger.
Today I've lost the fight.
But tomorrow is another day.
Another fight.
Tomorrow, I can win.
Tomorrow, I can be...

...Perfect.

Cicmila

Today Is a Good Day

Today is a good day.
Often we think something has to go from bad to good for a day to be a good day, but you know what? It doesn't work that way!
Why can't it be enough to just see the sun and feel happy? Even if nothing special happened to you today, it did to someone else, and there's your reason to be happy. Be glad for someone else!
Close your eyes and feel the sun's heat on your skin after a long winter.
Hear a child's laugh, and smile.
Set yourself a small goal and accomplish it, then be proud of yourself.
Help out a stranger.
Help out a friend.
Exchange a smile, or at least try to. Maybe the other person won't smile back, but be sure they will remember your smile.
Call a friend you haven't seen in a long time. Just say hi. Wish them a happy day.
Run across a park and do a cartwheel or two. Feel free, because you are free.
Show love. Just do it.
Feel good about yourself. You're the one and only you and nobody can be as good of a you as you are.
Do something fun.
Be positive. Negativity won't do you any good. Be positive!
Take a marker and draw on your wall. Or write. Write out something positive to see every morning.
Drink coffee and/or eat chocolate. No need for explanation.
Don't worry. Will the thing you're worried about be important in two weeks? How about two years? See? No need for worry.
Hold a hand.
Apologize.
Make something and give it away to someone.
Be happy.

Do any of those thing today,
and make today a good day.
It's as simple as that.
Good luck! :)

Cicmila

The Controversial Keys, part 3

Make sure you check out parts 1 and 2!(http://storytimewithcicmila.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-controversial-keys-part-1.html http://storytimewithcicmila.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-controversial-keys-part-2.html)

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Alex was a quiet boy in my class. He was a violinist, and a very good one, but he didn't talk a lot. One day we had an assignment to pair up and compose a two minute piece. Since I was still a pretty lone girl, everybody had already paired up, except for Alex.
We stayed a few times after class and worked in a separate classroom, getting our piece done. It was a nice blend of soothing piano background and a thrilling violin solo. We both liked it, and it fitted our personalities. How ever quiet Alex may have seemed, he was very enthusiastic and passionate about his music.
When the piece was finished, we had practice less frequent. The presentation was due two weeks from now, so we met every third day to play it once or twice. In class, he would smile at me when I would catch his eye, but aside from that we didn't communicate a lot. Still, that was enough for me.

So the day has arrived of our presentation and the whole amphitheater was filled with students of all classes and a few professors as well.We did not dream that it would get that big, thinking it is a simple closed project. I was so nervous I threw up at one point, but Alex helped me to keep my cool.

The piano was there, near the center of the stage, showered by bright yellow light. It was calling me, this was my moment to shine. I, most of all, didn't want to fail Alex.
So, there it came, my first public performance.

Cicmila