Showing posts with label clip stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clip stories. Show all posts

Sunday, January 01, 2023

What is lost will be found

"Pieces of Me" 
You don't know this new me; I put back my pieces differently. 


The first time I lost something important, I was too young to understand what “losing” meant. I was five, standing in the yard, watching a rubber ball bounce away from me as the other children chased after it. I stayed behind, knowing I wouldn’t catch it even if I tried. The moment stuck—not because of the ball, but because of the feeling. The quiet realization that some things would always be just out of reach.

The first time I found something, I was about nine, sitting at my desk, staring at a sheet of math problems. Numbers made sense in a way the world didn’t. I could rearrange them, solve them, feel certain that my answers were right. That certainty felt like power. The quiet realization that there were things I could do—not just attempt, but succeed at.

Life, I’ve learned, is a constant exchange between those two moments.

Losing, finding, losing again.

When I left Romania, I lost my home. Not just the place, but the sense of belonging that came with it. Finland was cold, not just the winter, but the unfamiliarity. For years, I carried a homesickness that wouldn’t quite fade. Then, slowly, it did. I built a life. I grew to love the silence, the stillness, the way the sun lingered past midnight in summer. Then I moved again. A second uprooting. But this time, I understood something I hadn’t before - home isn’t only geography. It’s something you carry with you. Romania is home. Finland is home. And now, Seattle, with its rain, is home too.

Writing was something I lost without realizing it. As a child, I filled notebooks with words convinced I would grow up to be a writer. But math made sense, and computer engineering became the practical choice. I told myself I would write alongside my career. Then life happened. Children were raised, responsibilities multiplied, and the stories I meant to write never left my head. The words shrank into grocery lists and meeting notes. Then, years later, I picked up a paintbrush. And somehow, something returned. Creativity in color.

What I’ve come to understand is that losing is not the end. It’s just the pause before rediscovery. Confidence fades and resurfaces. Dreams shift and return in new forms. Home is redefined. Passions go dormant and rekindle. Nothing is ever truly lost forever. But neither is anything kept forever. Life is a constant push and pull. The key is knowing that when something slips away, it can—and will—return, sometimes in ways we never expected.

Sometimes, the true art of following our dreams lies in knowing when to set them free

Sunday, March 28, 2021

The story of my life in clip stories


 

The 5s without breathing.

He is asleep in my arms. I know I should put him in his crib, but I so need to feel him close. It’s my son’s first night at home. I lean and lay him down in the crib and go to my bed. My eyes are closing when my son’s breath stops: one second, two seconds. I’m on my feet. Three seconds, four seconds. This panic is something I have never experienced before. Five seconds. He is breathing again. And in that very second I realize that I will forever worry for him. There is no going back.  

The airport

I am waiting for my luggage to arrive. The belt is moving slowly, empty. I like the airport’s buzz, hearing the people’s voices surrounding me, it’s lively. Then I notice something feels odd. There is no buzzing. I look around, all the people are still there. I do not understand what is happening, are they talking, and I can’t hear, am I having a stroke or something? And then I know. This is Finland, the country I am just moving in. Life with the sounds and all I knew before is gone. I’ll need to learn to listen to silence.

I want to be happy now

My five years old daughter, she is a stubborn little one.  “Why you are not buying us a dog now” She is at the kitchen table and looks particularly decisive tonight. “We have had this conversation; we are going to have a dog when you will be old enough to be responsible for him”. “I don’t want to live my whole life wishing for something to happen in the future. I want to be happy today.”  I gasp. She is going to be the one raising me, not the other way around. 

Jump

I am sitting on the beach terrace in Crete. Phone rings, it’s from work. I can barely hear; reception is so bad. I am considering saying ‘sorry, let’s talk soon when I am in Finland’.  Instead, I move away from the terrace. I hear now. The Finnish branch is closing. We are being shut down. I have been offered a job at the headquarters in US. Can I consider moving to US?  I have been dreading a moment like this forever. Something comes around and I feel too scared to take a risk. Yes, I said. I can consider that.