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

It's all your fault that I'm not happy.

We are so reluctant to face and accept the fact that we are responsible for what we do, how we think, what we feel, what we go through, what happens in and with our lives. We're so comfortable with everything always being someone or something else's fault.

Global warming, pollution, humans, children and animals being mistreated - we all have our part in it, don't we. But it's so convenient to blame others. 

We're stuck at a job that's eating us up from the inside, because of living costs and/or a loan or two. But we choose and chose that loan, we choose how we live, what we consider to need in life, don't we. But it's so convenient to blame the loan, to use all sorts of reasons why we need that loan, that house, that car, those clothes, that boat. 

We're stuck in a relationship or relationships that make us unhappy, that hold us back in life. But we're choosing to stay, aren't we. The convenience, the finances, the traditions, the mutual friends, the children - they're all just excuses, and it's too easy and just too convenient to have them as the reason we're not making a change, isn't it.

Our bad mood, all that goes wrong in a day, a week, a month, our lives... Is all the fault of the weather, our a-hole boss, our job, the news, the bus driver, our friend, our ex, our mother, our partner. Because we are not responsible for what we think or feel or do - but, again: they are. They are responsible for our life choices, for what happens to us, how we react and how we feel. Or if not, at least they should be the ones to fix it. To fix our lives. To fix how we feel. What our experience is. Or at least stop making it so damn impossible for us to be happy.

But why are we and why do we get unhappy? It's exactly because of this: we're looking for the reason, for the responsibility, for the blame - in everything and anything else but in ourselves. 

It's all your fault, that I'm not happy.

Love love,

Carolina