People that inspire you

I’m not afraid to say that I’m inspired by people. Well, by a small amount of them. 

I really don’t understand those who says “I’m inspired by myself”. How can you be inspired by yourself? I do need somebody to explain it to me, because I truly don’t get it. We are overwhelmed by good and bad role models; tv, magazines, internet, everything shows us a large amount of things that our minds incapsulate and I think it’s so difficult to not be influenced by something.

I can speak for myself and I can tell you that there are exactly three girls who inspire me the most. I proudly admit that, because if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be what I am now, and I can tell you that I’m not just a mix of random elements, a pointless copy of them… No, sir. They inspire me because in each of them I can find something personal, something that meets my character, and maybe the courage to speak out and let other people be aware of some aspects of myself that I was afraid or ashamed to show. You get it?

GIRL #1: She’s strong, aggressive, brave, smart, she has a great pure heart, she can make it in every situation; she wouldn’t think twice if it comes to sacrifice her life to save people she loves. She’s destined to do great things in her life.

GIRL #2: She’s honest. She’s real. She is what she is and doesn’t pretend to be something else. She is not perfect, she is shy, she is nervous when it comes to talk in front of the public, but she is totally confortable with people she loves. She’s extremely talented and incredibly beautiful; but it’s not that kind of beauty that comes from hours and pounds of make up, it’s a wonderful naked natural beauty that makes her even more special in being so “normal”. She’s discreet, she’s a tomboy and she has that touch of girly aspect that makes a perfect mixture.

GIRL #3: She’s a classical beauty. A mix of hippie and Audrey Hepburn that you couldn’t find so easily nowadays. She’s classy, she’s talented, she’s inspired. She wants to help the others. She is not perfect, but she turns her imperfections in extra strenght to go on in her life with an abiding smile and positiveness that turns each of her days filled of wonderful adventures into a perfect work of God.

Of course, I can’t forget my mom and my dad. They also inspire me in most of the things I do. And it’s a good inspiration, I have to say. A very good inspiration.

Well, that’s basically everything about people that inspire me. No, there’s no way you can force me to say a name, that won’t happen. The most important things are the features of those people that make me a better person. So, don’t come here and tell me that you have no role model, because you have, I know you have!

The sense of Epic

Anyone else has it? Or am I the only one to feel it?

The sense of epic. That wonderful feeling when you’re staring at a city in a twilight and you see other people living their lives, just having their normal routine like that’s everything that matters in THEIR world, like they are completely ignoring that there’s something bigger, there’s something terrible and sublime over their lives and probably they won’t ever know.

It is that feeling that makes you wanna take part, or feel part of the few lucky (or maybe unlucky, it depends on the point of view) ones who actually know how things are and who are totally and irreversibly involved in this state of things, the ones who are doomed to do something big, something great, something that could save the world, or at least change it.

It is that deep feeling of the tragic hero, the one who fights against something he cannot defeat, the one who already knows the outcome of the battle even before it starts, but he throws himself in the fight, no matter what. He is always a winner, even when he loses the struggle; the victory comes in that very moment when he decides to fight, perfectly aware of the fact that he’s probably not going to make it and he’s probably going to die anyway.

So, there it is. I feel like that most of the time. Not, I’m not boasting about me being part of the chosen people and so on; I’m just saying I feel this. I feel this sense of epic in my life. Godness, I don’t even know if those kind of things actually do exist! However the thing is that I like to daydream, to imagine that all this has a meaning and perhaps it has just because I feel it that way.

I like to go out on the balcony, when evening is coming, when the sun is going to sleep, the air cools down, street lamps come on and stars start to appear. I like to look out on the street and observe the cars that tired, slowly hit their way back home, or who knows where they’re headed. I like to imagine the life of the people in those cars. A happy family, maybe, coming back from a wonderful day at the fun fair; a lonely man, getting home after his sad and unsatisfactory job; a bartender with a baby boy and no man to help her going through life, who barely can manage to make ends meet. People unaware of sense of epic, people who live their lives, desperate, happy, regretting, thankful, indifferent. And they don’t know. They won’t know.

This is something that I’ve been doing since when I was a kid; and I’ve always felt this strange sensation like there’s something greater that burdens on our lives and only a few of us can see it clear.

Now, I don’t know if I’m just stuttering senseless things, or if this makes any sense to anyone; however I guess this is the best I can manage to explain this, and hopefully I made just a little sense in a pair of two others “chosen ones” who’ll happen to read this post.

New chapter

I’m back from the shower as I’ve been packing all the morning. I’m leaving the room where I spent two years of my university life. Not everything I managed to put in the two luggage cases on the floor and the two backpacks, but I’ll be back to pack the rest, while many things are already been moved to the new house. 

Well, I guess this is really going to be a new chapter in a new life. Lots of empty pages to write and color with exciting experiences. I’m moving kind of distant from this house in the center of Rome. Also, I’ll probably be changing university, I’m going to do some stuff for this other plan at the start of the new week. I hope they’ll take me. 

New chapter. New house. New university. New life. 

I’ll be living with my boyfriend, in our new house, I’m so excited for this!

I won’t be sad about leaving this room. I didn’t like too much this house right from the start. It’s time to go by and change things. Hopefully this new life is going to be much better than the old one. I wish. I KNOW. 

Certainly it is going to be what I make it, so I’ll do my best to make things work out. I promise.

Stealing tees

One of my favorite hobbies… Stealing tees!

No, it’s not what you’re thinking, I’m not stealing t-shirts from the shop, it’s not that kind of hobby… My hobby it’s legal (I guess). I steal t-shirts from my boyfriend. Yes, I do! Right now I’m wearing his Hello Spank tee and a pair of jeans. Cool, right?

I love male tees on girls. They’re so stylish in a quiet way, they’re so girly without screaming “look at me, I’m a woman and I am wearing skimpy dresses!”.

So yeah, this is one of my favorite hobbies, I also steal tees from my brother, but when he notices that he gets kind of mad at me, so I don’t do that very often. I’m also lucky that my future husband is size S-M, so his tees really fit me in a cute way; obviously they’re larger than a female tee, I love large t-shirts! You can wear them in thousands different ways and they’re never the same!

So, yeah. I steal tees. Arrest me.