Have you ever felt so empty and sad that you just lay on your bed without moving or thinking? I guess people do that when a loved one dies. Or when they feel that the whole wide world has turned against them, and there’s no light to exorcise the darkness. You just lie there, curled up into a little ball, alone. And you want nothing, and no one. It’s a beautiful solitude, but it’s a scary loneliness. It can get you up to mischief.
I just lay there, yesterday. Over in my little personal dark corner. Until the day turned to dusk, and nothing mattered any more. It felt so calm and beautiful, just doing nothing. And it looked like that, too. Until I had no more separate thoughts and feelings, as they had all become a complicated mess and mass of nothingness. It was a frightening emptiness to feel and to know. When everything you have, you don’t want. And everything you stand for, you suddenly regret and hate. And every person you thought cared for you, and whom you cared for, are now distant strangers, with flawed lives and personalities, always making mistakes, failing over and over.
But there’s nothing you can do; no escape door to run to. And you find yourself in a maze of understanding, inevitably leading to anger, distress, and eventually sadness. All you can do then is to pull your shit together and keep going through hell, until you find that escape door. It might be soon, but it might be centuries away. It’ll show up, some day, either way, though. And that’s what kept me going till today. This ultimate hope of finding my escape door, some day.
“Sometimes, you gotta give up on people. Not because you don’t care, but because they don’t.”
Paris was as wonderful as always. I didn’t actually know when en route, but it was the last day of Fashion Week when we arrived. You can imagine. Glamour, style, beautiful people everywhere… It’s so strange, yet so natural, to see all those fashion-industry people gliding around Champs-Elysees, Avenue Montaigne and Faubourg Saint-Honore with their beautiful clothes and $50,000 bags. It feels so different, so refreshing. It feels like home, for some weird reason (haha).
In any case, it still amazes me – this Parisian energy. It’s not the same, when you come back from a summer holiday in Greece, it’s not the same energy and motivation. Paris is some sort of magic, and I’ll never stop believing that. It’s because it’s so much different from everything else that you almost forget your real reality. When in Paris, time stops, and it’s just you and everything beautiful. That’s how it feels.
If you ask me whether I like shopping or not, I’d probably say I don’t, but when in Paris, oh, how I love it. It’s not your typical kind of shopping. It’s the perfect kind of shopping. Everything that you see in the magazines? It’s there. Everything that you dreamed wearing one day? It’s right there in front of your eyes – and in front of your hands. ;) Except it’s expensive. Really. Expensive. But just looking at it is enough, I guess. Paris is not just shopping though… It’s eating, too! And it’s another type of eating that, too.
Paris is a gift with a wrapping of fashion, a card of elegance and a scent of happiness. Till next time, I’ll miss you, second home. <3
I decided on my two most treasured destinations in this world, and these are Tomorrowland and Paris. I’m flying to Paris, France tomorrow morning, and I cannot wait until I’m back to my second home after a long time. It’s more like first home, really. Or at least it feels like that. I’ve talked about its magic in a previous post, but for those of you who have just joined my company, I’ll just tell you this: If you haven’t been to Paris, you’re missing out big time. Paris is a wonder. Apart from all the good things one can say about Paris – the basics we all know of – one should view Paris in a more reflective way, in not only what it has to offer, but in how that something can make you feel.
I’m so blessed to be able to visit so often. Yet, this is probably my last time there for a long time to come, considering that with university coming up, I doubt I’ll have the time to travel as much. In any case, I should try to take some new pictures of the dream to post on the blog. If you’d like to read more about this incredible place, here’s a link to an old post from another time in Paris: http://xeniamakridou.wordpress.com/2014/04/05/paris/ <3
Speak soon! Take care & dare!
Alright, so here it is. The Tomorrowland post. If you’ve been following the blog, you’ll know that I promised this a long time ago, after I came back from the 10th anniversary of the most wonderful place on Earth. I assume you know a little bit about this electronic dance music festival, because I really don’t want to ruin the reflection with basic information. If you have no idea what this is, you can check the 2014 aftermovie on YouTube and figure out what Tomorrowland is for yourselves. Don’t die of jealousy, though.
Well, where should I even begin? I traveled with my best friend, Dimitra, from Larnaca to Frankfurt and from Frankfurt, with a Tomorrowland flight and airplane, to Brussels. A Tomorrowland flight and airplane? What? Yep, I know. It was sick, if you allow me to use that word. A gate full of “People of Tomorrow”, with a DJ, free food and drinks, and cupcakes with icing in all the different colors of the rainbow. We had a whole gate to ourselves, listening to deep house and preparing for the madness. And then, we boarded the plane. Party at 30,000 feet? Check. Yves V, a world-class DJ, was on the plane with us, mixing the latest hits, the lights were out and everyone had little colorful lighters to make the experience even more enchanting. Plane partying was exciting, indeed. Like, how many people actually get to do that? Landing was even more exciting, though.
We had bought a ‘global-journey’ package, which included Tomorrowland tickets, transport to and from Tomorrowland, hotel accommodation, airline tickets and so on. We stayed at a Tomorrowland-themed hotel and everyday, we received our Tomorrowland newspaper at breakfast with pictures and updates on the previous day’s partying and on what to expect from the current day. Belgian waffles? Check. At the end of each day, we’d return to the hotel, only to find presents waiting for us! They were getting bigger and better every day that went by. The first couple days we had Tomorrowland chocolates, with the logo and all! On the last day, we received the Tomorrowland key, – yes, an actual key – the key to happiness. It’s beautiful, and it opens a little box that lights up – yes, it actually lights up – to show the Tomorrowland logo.
The story behind Tomorrowland is that it is basically the key to happiness. And it is no exaggeration, I assure you. Do you know what it means to be utterly happy? For three days in a row? Without having a minute of just existing, always living? Pure, beautiful happiness. Tomorrowland is happiness. The people were wonderful. Obviously all of them have their own lives back home, just like us, but the very fact that all of us found ourselves there, at Tomorrowland 2014, was just incredible. We just knew that we were there for the same reasons, for the same feelings!
Embrace your weird side and live your dream. That’s Tomorrowland. Do what makes you happy. Embrace friendship and individuality. Enjoy life. “Make every second of your life legendary” – Author: Tomorrowland, behind the Mainstage. Never once, in those three wonderful days, did I see a single drunk/drugged person. Everyone was just having the time of their lives, and trust me, when you’re having the time of your life, I doubt you need alcohol or drugs. The madness is enough to get you out of your mind.
We partied, and partied, and partied, three days straight, all day, all night. We met people. We understood what happiness really means. I found myself in those small stages away from the main stage during the day, listening and dancing to Dubstep for three hours straight without even realizing. How exactly can you dance to Dubstep? Haha, well, thrusting your body forwards and backwards would not be too far off what we were doing! It sounds rather stupid, but trust me, when I say three hours passed without even having the slightest idea, that’s a truth. It was like 5 minutes had passed. It was out-of-this-world. It was all a fairytale – a fanfare. I found myself underneath the dazzling fireworks lighting up the night sky at the main stage. I found myself in the jumping up and down, in the person telling me I was the most enthusiastic person at Tomorrowland when dancing to Drum & Bass, in holding the Cypriot flag, in hanging out with some Swedish and Swiss dudes, in the magic of the moment, in the beauty of my music, in the meaning of the lyrics…
Even thinking about it makes my heart pound faster. I remember how I used to have goosebumps pretty much the entire day because of the bass. Literally. Goosebumps. The entire day. Everything was perfect, from the very moment I boarded that plane to Brussels, to celebrating my 18th birthday the first day of Tomorrowland, to partying till I felt like dropping to the ground and never getting back up again, to thinking of nothing but the next DJ set and who I wanted to see mixing live, to going back and forth in the Daily Dubstep stage, to feeling like I was in heaven in the Legends of Trance stage, to singing all the mainstream crap till my throat hurt at the Mainstage.
A “take me back” exclamation would be too underestimating I think, when even thinking about Tomorrowland makes your eyes fill up with tears and the feeling of perfect happiness reemerges. Go to Tomorrowland. Whatever you do, if you like electronic dance music, festivals and raves, go to Tomorrowland. Even if it means saving up money for a lifetime. Even if it means you’re never going on holiday ever again. Tomorrowland is happiness. There is nothing else so pure, so perfect.
Lose and find yourself in the magic of Tomorrowland <3 Check.
A little courage, a couple friends, and an open car. That’s all you need sometimes. And there you are, with your adrenaline rush.
Skipping school once in a while ain’t that bad in the end (haha). As my History teacher put it, “If you’re an A student, then it doesn’t count.” It just feels like freedom, you know? Being able to break from your routine, do what you want to do, without rules and regulations, without the dos and the don’ts. Just the very fact that it’s ‘illegal’, makes it so much more interesting, so much more of an adventure. If you ask me, these are components of happiness. It might not be perfect, but it’s as close as it can get. Especially when all you have in your mind nowadays has to do with school, lessons, exams, and universities. Sometimes you just have to step back and remind yourself that you only have one life and a limited time. More importantly, these years will be over before you know it, and there will be no turning back then. One year left. Not even, and the student life will be over. It’s scary. So, take the initiative and live for now. <3