Feb 252013
 

One thing that is mostly missing from people today is the courage to dream, and to fix your sight on these dreams and make them a goal to achieve. Sometimes, some people still gather the courage for this. That is t be respected. Bot alone, it’s not enough.

Dreams are first present in a very rudimentary form, and as time goes they become cleaner, they develop, and – if we let them – they grow. They grow up. And we have to grow up to them as well. Continue reading »

Jan 032013
 
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So, I’ve already written a few words in inspiration, but that was rather philosophical and emotional than practical. Now however, I want to share with you my experience about a powerful practical use of inspiration in personal development and advancement, or even career. So, to advance anywhere in life, the most essential thing is learning. I do not strictly mean education, no, not at all, but generally acquiring experience, knowledge and wisdom on the fields that you want to pursue, which allows you to achieve results you weren’t able to do before. However, learning usually isn’t easy. Continue reading »

 
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Nov 222012
 
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I have trouble with inspiration since a long time. Sometimes I have no inspiration at all, sometimes not enough, other times I have but it disappears quickly and mysteriously, like early snow in the sunlight. Often I just sit here, think about all the dreams I want to make true, and all the things I should pay attention to, but I just sit, stare at my desk, and can’t do anything. I want to… but I can’t. But today, when was about to go sleep, suddenly I realized something. Suddenly, I found something, that, despite being tired and wanting to sleep, forced me to get up again, turn the computer back on, make a coffee and start writing a blog post about inspiration. Continue reading »

Nov 162012
 

25th June 2011, Saturday, 10:45 at night

India, day 2, a small village near Manali, called Vashist

I just woke up recently. I feel much better now. I’m still a bit dizzy, but I don’t know if it’s caused by the exhaustion and overloading yesterday, the insufficient eating or the altitude. I’m sitting on the top of the guest house again, ordered another banana porridge because it was very good yesterday, but this time I ordered masala chai with it, which, if I’m right, is spiced black tea with butter [Edit: with milk].

This time, at night, the village is even more calm and peaceful than at daytime. The roaring of the rapids of the nearby river completely fills the valley, disturbed only now and then by the horns of the cars traveling the road on the other side of the valley. Now I feel I could just be here for long time, it’s so peaceful and nice here. I’m roughly at 2080 meters [6820 feet] altitude. Towering above both sides of the valley are the peaks of the Himalayas, submerging in the clouds.

A gray cat is rubbing against my legs while I’m writing and sipping my tea. Masala chai is indeed spiced black tea, its smell and taste reminds me a bit to mulled wine.

I’m listening to the roaring of the river, and I feel like I’m home – not at this place, but in the traveling, in the adventure, in the mountains dressed in clouds, in the sound of the rapids. I’m glad that finally, after 25 years I started walking on a road where I found myself. I was always just talking and writing about this, that I’m an adventurer, that the distance calls me. But this now is reality. This is really India, these are really the peaks and slopes of the Himalayas, this is really the rapid Beas river deep down in the valley, this is real travel, real adventure. Real FREEDOM! I want to describe it with a hundred and thousand words how wonderful this is. But it is simply impossible to describe this with words. This simply must be felt, lived, one who only reads about it and watches photos will never grasp it even slightly. I remember, before I started the journey, I was reading about India on the Internet, and somebody wrote this: “You can take a man out of India, but you can’t take India out of a man.” Now, and only now, I understand that.

- my private journal

As I was sitting there, wiring my journal, enjoying the banana porridge and the masala chai, and watching what I could still see of the mountains… it was all so strange, so special. It was the very first time in my life, that I felt like I’m doing what I really want to do. And it was only the second day of my 50 days in India. Even now, as I think back, a strange feeling overcomes me… oh, how much I would give now, if I could sit there on that roof again, even if for just a few minutes…

I realized, that when I boarded the airplane in Hungary, something ended. My life as I did know it, ended that day. Then the struggle through the first day in India, all the hardship and suffering was nothing, but the pain of being born again, the pain of taking the first breath. And while I sat on that roof, I was watching the world around me with the eyes of a newborn. A new life started, and everything was new, strange, interesting. Everything changed, once and for all.

It’s probably midnight already. It’s only me on the roof, and four men looking like locals, who just finished dinner. The sky couldn’t be seen all day from the clouds which are probably only a few hundred meters above our head, and silent, calm rain started to fall a while ago. I sat for a while cross-legged on a part of the roof where there is no cover above it, and just enjoyed the rain. And now it’s time to sleep once again, so that tomorrow I can start exploring this place refreshed. I hope I will wake up before sunrise.

- my private journal

Nov 052012
 

I’m looking at photos I’ve taken in India and Ladakh, and watching videos on YouTube, showing places where I was too, and experiences I experienced too. And as strange as it sounds, I feel both great happiness and great sadness in the same time. I’m sitting here, in front of the computer in a little dark room… why? I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this… doing nothing. Continue reading »

Mar 032012
 

I am writing the first post of my adventures in India and West-Tibet. It will be ready in a few hours. And I just realized, that it is the time to tell you some things about me. I have my own special ways of looking at things and living reality, which can be hard to understand. I hope that revealing you some things about me will help you understand. Continue reading »

Feb 032012
 

I promised months ago that I start writing down my memories of the journey in India and Ladakh, and didn’t write anything since. You may wonder why – and I shall tell you. But it’s not an easy answer, I have share thoughts and feelings from the depths of my heart, and hope that you understand. I have dreams, and my imagination is full of so many shapes, colors, whole Universes waiting for break free. And I try to create – as creation is what seems to keep me still going. But every day, every hour, ever second I fight a war with the World around, that doesn’t dream anymore, that instead tries to kill everyone else’s dreams too. And often I feel too alone… even though I know, there are still other dreamers out there, fighting the same fight. Now, I invite you into my own dreams, my own heart, my own struggle and give you my eyes to see.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

 - W. B. Yeats

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Nov 162011
 

A few days ago, after a long struggle with my inner feelings, my fear of society and my loss of artistic inspiration, I managed to overcome my demons, wrote the following on a sticky note, framed it with red pencil, and stuck it on the edge of my computer screen: “My mind can travel even when my body can’t. My mind is always Free!” Then on another note I wrote “Start up the blog!” and stuck it on the center of the screen to make it the first thing I see next morning.

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