ONCE UPON A TIME I HAD A PANIC ATTACK

I was leaning on the rock. It was pretty cold. However, it was relieving to feel something cold and strong behind my back. After a couple of minutes, it was still hard to breathe, and my heart seemed to jump off the chest. I was telling myself to breath deeper. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. However, after a couple of minutes and seeing the path that leads further, I just felt how my knees started shaking and bending. I barely heard and saw what’s going around me. I just knew that panic attack was coming up too fast and I wouldn’t be able to control it any longer. I had to run away to the safer place.

That’s what I did.

And I was left alone in the middle of nowhere.

(c) Ashim D’Silva
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ODE TO AUGUST

When the grasshoppers become loud in the evenings even in the city, I realised that summer is coming to an end. It’s August. The last month of summer was always nostalgic for me. The warm wind and intense orange shades of sunset forces to stop for a moment or two and appreciate everything that is around.

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WHAT I LEARNT FROM KIM KARDASHIAN

Pop culture, as well as regular culture, is not my thing. Sometimes I wonder what my thing is, but that’s an existential question I do not want to think about right now. However, for some mysterious reason, I started watching ‘Keeping up with the Kardashian’s’ and…

I got obsessed.

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5 THINGS THAT HELP TO FOCUS

Starve your distractions, feed your focus

(c) Matthew Henry

We live in the era of distractions. Thanks to social media and the enormous amount of interesting, useful and entertaining content out here, we find difficulties in focusing on daily responsibilities. However, it’s not the only problem. Once in a while we can spend few hours offline and participate in real life.

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SHE LOVED THE IDEA OF LOVE

(c) Brigitte Tohm

It was few days after Christmas. Facebook chat head popped out. She was surprised why he was asking how she was doing. They met once and had few chats because they belonged to the same youth organization. However, he showed up in the meetings once. It was a while ago. After few exchanged messages, he was asking her out to drink tea or coffee. It was the time when Margareth checked his account. She was certain that he had a girlfriend, but now… All the evidence about her existence were gone from his timeline. She said yes, and took it as Christmas miracle. She was going on a date. After a long time, she might fall in love. Margareth loved the idea of love.

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I DELETED FACEBOOK APP FROM MY PHONE; YOU SHOULD DO IT TOO

(c) Wilfred Iven

Have you ever felt that you are wasting your life on social networks? Of course, you did. We all are more or less addicted to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat or even LinkedIn.

For a while, I was trying to cope Internet addiction. But it’s not easy with all those apps on the smartphone. However, I started with turning off app notifications. Once in a while, I turn off notifications for Messenger too just to make sure that no one will disturb me.

However, I found myself frequently unlocking my phone to check if there’s something new on the polished Internet life. Why? I have no clue. Addictions are complicated.

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FINDING THE INNER PEACE

(c) Ben White

Mid-twenties are a strange age, or let me say, a strange place to be. On the one hand, you want still be a teenager who only has fun, but on the other, you want to be a grown-up who has his/her life put together.

Which path should you choose?

None.

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OVERCOMING THE FEAR OF GYM SHOWER

(c) Ryan McGuire

I truly believe that there are two types of people in the gym world. The ones who use the gym shower, and the ones who feel like it’s an exhibitionist’s show off and prefer cleaning their sweaty bodies in their beloved and private bathrooms at home. Indeed, I am one of those people who put their regular clothes in the backpack and rushes through the door wearing with the sportswear. Not so long ago one human told me that it’s a horrible habit (but not as horrible as putting on your regular clothes without taking a shower first), and I should take a shower in the gym. But I need to bring with me slippers, shower gel, shampoo, body lotion, towel, etc. It’s so much stuff to carry on! Besides, I have to show my naked butt to the strange girls and women. Nope. I am not doing that.

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THE STORY ABOUT GREEN LEATHER JACKET

During the major spring cleaning, I sat down on the floor. Piles of clothes were laying around me, and I started wondering about each of the items. It was not about making a hard decision what to throw away and what to keep. I was thinking about the little chaos that was going on in my wardrobe for many years. This mess was a perfect reflection of my life. Our looks represent our personalities and situation of life. Consciously or unconsciously we express ourselves to word through the piece of clothing we wear. Patterns, textures, and colours – everything tells the world what is going on in our heads and hearts. Nevertheless, Neiman Marcus once said that women who wear black lead the most colourful lives; they might also be wearing black as a safety blanket in order to become invisible in the greyish streets of the city. I always melt when I see an amazing little black dress, and I always look for an occasion to rock that classy LBD look lead by red manicure and lipstick. The splash of colour always cheered me up. However, due to some self-esteem issues, several years ago I decided to go for the normal adult colour scheme and completely forgot my colours of life. Fortunately, I started to brighten up my world again since I got the green leather jacket.

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HER ABANDONED PASSION TO PAINT

She loved that oversized shirt which was always covered in paint. Well, it wasn’t oversized. She was a little girl, and it was her mother’s old shirt. Everyone in art school had some kind of weird clothing, and no one was bothered by it. It seemed everyone was satisfied with each drop of gouache on their parents’ old clothes. Probably, kids would have been more careful if their ‘good’ clothes were not covered and saved from the possible damage. Maybe it was a part of the teaching process. Maybe kids were taught not to be afraid of disasters that might happen during the creative process. One drop of red painting on jeans might trigger the hurricane called ‘mother.’ Besides, it was always cold in the art school. The thick walls of the art school did not let even the brightest ray of sunshine to enter the building and make it more pleasant for young creative souls. Though, another layer of clothing helped not to freeze as well.

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