My dear friends,
it is about that time that I properly introduce myself.
My story comes from Belgrade in Serbia, where I took my first breath and saw the lights of this world.
My mom struggled to give my siblings and me the basics of life necessities, but due to circumstances, she had to give me away to her sister in Bosnia.
Right then, the ugly war started. ( which I'm pretty sure the whole world knows about its horrors)
The borders closed, people dying, starving. I remember every single thing, even dough I was a little girl. I still remember the smells, the fear ( mostly confusion in my case), taste of spoiled food, herbs boiled in water, snails, sounds of grenades, bright orbs of light in the sky...
But hey I was kinda happy because I didn't know any better. I played with the shadows on the wall from the lantern, I played with a jar full of buttons, with bottles and whatever I found. I gave them names and soul and I drifted in my imagination. Ahhhh I still want to play, it was like an outer body experience .
I never returned home, even after war. I tried couple times but I didn't even remembered my parents and kids were making fun of me, mostly my accent and my pure heart. I also tried in my teens to go and try to live with my family, but damage was done. So I returned where I grew up!
I am not telling you all of this so someone feels sorry for me, I wanna make a bigger point!
Despite all the difficulties and ongoing problems through my whole life ( which I need a book to write down everything) I came out so strong that I cannot describe in words, almost numb. Every single problem in life is a lesson for us to learn, a mountain to concord, a tear to wipe forever away. Although some tears stay forever stabbing our little hearts, but it becomes one with you, and defines you as a character.
So when the sadness comes, set her down and listen to what she has to say, but don't you ever give in. Stand up proudly with your bleeding wound, and escort her to the door. Kick that bitch out LOL and grab your first aid kit!
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@Jazzy You are right! If come around from all the ugly things alive, you must feel in some way empowered. The mind battle is the hardest one to win.
@BloodyBunny You are so lucky and have every reason to live your life to it's best, and everyone else, with no regards on background. I'm also willing to be happy through the things I love to do. I just chose the love over the rage.
Googled that war, holy shit! You must write that book now! How are you so positive and creative after that?
In all honesty, I'm from New Zealand, last war we heard of or participated in was WWII and now I realize how lucky I am!
I love the fact that you found your strength in all those horrible experiences. All of us living in this part of Europe went trough the same horror to some extent. Difference is that you are empowered by it, and for that I can only be proud to know you :*
Maybe one day I will, because I have so many things to say. Thank you for taking your time to read my blog, it means a great deal honestly! @BloodyBunny