Am I annoying you?

I was looking at the view over the city one evening. Moon hanging low, lights in windows, cars passing by. And (once again) it hit me: how completely lost we all are. How we keep busy like ants, going from here to there to here and then there again and then up and then down and omg if we even find the time to sleep in between. We're so fake. We fill our lives with stuff that we force importance onto. Brands, projects, image, our busybusybusyness... And yet, we are so clueless. The truth is, that we are so unbelievably selfish. Rootless even. Because we never stop to think why we are here, what we could do to make our lives actually matter. Because we simply don't want to know. We simply don't want to take responsibility. It's too much work. We like our fake lives. Our safe fake lives. Where we do everything according to the mold and trend of today. We're too safe and too comfortable in doing what everyone else is doing. Asking ourselves why we actually are here, what we actually could and should be doing - it's just too uncomfortable. And what would people think if I started asking myself those questions? That I'm some sort of hippie? It's much nicer (read easier) to want and to have all the "right" products, the "right" brands, the "right" clothes, "right" friends, "right" lifestyle and to put all of our focus on that; the life filled with noise and (hu)man made things, but no actual value. No actual good. No actual purpose.

I asked my Instagram followers today, if they have ever asked themselves why they are here. And do you know what my thought was? "I hope it's not too annoying that I ask a question like that." Silly, but true. Because I know many will find it annoying. But I think a question like that will only be annoying because what it actually does, is hit a nerve.

One should never be ashamed of working on making oneself a better, responsible human being. I ask myself every day why I am here. And so should you.

Love,

Carolina

I'll help you, if...

Why you'll never see a sponsored post on my feed: 

Do you guys know why I want to make it? Why I want to be bigger than average. Why I want to brake down all the walls of my box? What my biggest motivation is? It's actually one thing: I want to make it, so that I can help. So that I can share, care, support and heal. So that I can prove to myself and to others that anything and everything is possible in this life and in this world. Because without feeling that, that I am here to do good, I simply cannot understand my reason for being here. I want to help heal the world. I want to help people on their journey. I want to have an impact. I want my life to matter. I want to do good. And I want to do a lot of it. Why? Because it's the right thing to do. To support each other. To care. To lift each other up. To help. And I'm not talking about the You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours-kind of help. I'm talking about helping without expecting something for oneself in return. Helping, because one can. Because one has the opportunity to do so. Not disguising it as "help" when what it actually is, is the one with more power using it to gain something for themselves. 

That's why you will never see gifts, sponsored or collaborated posts here. If and when I share something, it is and always will be, because I actually like it. Because it's something I actually believe in. Because it's something I actually want to support, not take advantage of. And if I actually like it, if I actually believe in it, isn't that all the more reason for me to want to support it by, let's say, paying full price? By, let's say, sharing without expecting anything in return? By helping?

I'll never help you, if... I'll help you - because I can.

Love love love,

Carolina

Why I am not lucky.

Many times I have been told that I am so lucky. That good things just seem to happen to me. I know all of this is meant only well, but I would like to tell my side of the story. Because it isn't really how it might seem to be. And I do feel it is unfair to all that I do do, when someone puts all that happens to me up to "luck". I do understand though, that unless one is on this side of the story, one wouldn't know how much work it takes to help bring all this luck into one's life. To help make all of those good things happen. To help make. Because, as in everything in life, it takes work. And jumping into a dream head first, in order to make that dream a reality, takes a lot of work. Luckily - I love work. And I know, that all these good things, the things that make me seem so lucky, happen to me because I work for them, and - here's the most important one: I work on myself, in order to make them happen.

When I set out on a life dedicated to following and realising my dreams, I never ever could have imagined the amount of work that needed to be done on myself. Because the amount of obstacles one puts out there for oneself is mind-blowing. Seriously, we do not believe in ourselves enough. And how little we believe becomes extraordinarily apparent when the belief is put to the test. Because it's actually quite easy to work hard physically. But to create a world of one's own, to continue believing in one's vision, to dare dream and believe in that dream, to even understand we have a dream!, is not easy. It's like battling both worlds of the story of Don Quixote. One side of oneself as Quixote himself, believing so hard in the vision, and the other the reader telling you what you're seeing is but a mirage. This is where the work really needs to be done: in continuing to believe in that the dream is reality. Because if we don't, then it never will be. 

So when you see someone who is living their dream, know that they are not lucky. They are working for it - hard.

Love love,

Carolina