The Time Of Our Lives

Wanna know what? For quite some time now it is my firm belief that I am having the time of my life. I'm afraid, or rather, I know that I shall never be as happy and as content as I am these days and in this period of my life. This is as good great as it can get, as I am trying to make the most of my days by walking as many miles as my feet allow me, seeing as much of the world as my eyes can take in, then carrying it all on with me for the rest of the road, and drawing in as much culture as I can afford, hoping that later on it will inspire me. I know it sounds endlessly cheesy, but I just love life: being surrounded by true friends, good films, great books, brights lights, round shapes, pretty shades, and breathtaking sights in the amazing city of Budapest. These are the days when I can afford to cut classes if I felt like it, because I want to go to the cinema for the third time this week instead, see an exhibition or two, or simply wander around on the worn out but so romantinc streets of the city and keep on pushing the buttons on my camera. I can also buy books by the pair, if I felt like it, even if it's already the 16th volume I'm purchasing this year and it's not even the end of April yet. I can also go to the public library of Budapest and find one of my photos exhibited there, among some other real fine ones. Not that I won anything with it, I just heard about this competition they were having, so I gave it a shot, sent one of my pictures in, and now everyone can see it. I love these little surprises of life, these bits of positive feedback and success. These are the things that really make me happy.

  

And today I'm particularly glad, as I've just found out that one of my poems got published. Although it's only a tiny weekly university paper, and probably hardly anybody reads it, still it feels good, and it puts a smile on my face, because such a big dream of mine came true: I got to see my name in print. This is some kind of a positive feedback, too,  because someone, somewhere in an editorial room liked what I wrote and thought it was worth publishing. And, if all goes well, on the pages of another paper some other poems of mine will also be published in a week or two. (Fingers still crossed.) I guess I shouldn't have been that lazy and wait such a long time 'till sending my poems out... Anyway, these little pieces of good news and success have made me happy today and  they give me a good reason to go on this path I've been trying and paving for myself.