Our mirrors

Human eyes have a lot of stories to tell. They speak, they show, they smile, they cry - eyes reflect all of what you feel inside. Eyes can flirt, eyes can punish, eyes can transform your face into devilish one, erotic one, wondering one, sad one, happy one, tired one, sleepy one and so on, and so on... 

A person's thoughts can be ascertained by looking in his or her eyes. The face is a picture of the mind as the eyes are its interpreter. The face is the index of the mind. The eyes are the mirror of the soul. The eyes are the window of the soul.  

Here is something I have been wondering.

Why are the eyes called mirror of the soul ?

I'm sure everyone here have experienced looking in someones eyes and getting strange feelings...sometimes eyes are cold as ice and sometimes they are deep and dark etc.. list goes on.

But why is that so? And don't tell me it's biochemical reaction. 

The eyes tell the stories.... you can smile and be happy on the outside to the world but if someone looks into your eyes they'll see the real feelings.. Great when you can hide behind dark glasses.. You only show yourself to those you want to.
But as to the why it should be that way.. why they are mirrors I don't know. 

If you look someone into the eyes the first thing will be that you learn also about your own feelings. This is cruel, there are times when you need some privacy and there come some eyes and make you face the reality over and over again.

Every detail matters :)

How someone can shape your worldview

It is so weird to let a person to come and touch your thoughts. I don't need another person to have access to my feelings and another "weight" on my shoulders. Another opinion about my life. I was so sure for this kind of statements. 

Yes and after that he came and he talked to us about our mistakes, he gave answers to my fears, he left us full of questions. He left ME full of questions about my desicions so far. This conversation destroyed me step by step and he left me wonder what am I doing here?! Is my reality the best reality that I could have? How some people have the ability to shape our mood? 

I realized the greatness that we manage and we don't even know it. Yes I don't feel that I'm doing something big. I don't want to end up in a term that the main feeling will be sadness for the moments that passed.  But what am I doing now? Because now it's my chance to act...

I will read an article about targeted promotion (something irelevant with my studies and with my interests) in a while and in my mind the main thought is the word "connected". Am I connected with other people? Do I want to connect the "irelevant" subjects with my area of passion?

I'm going to stop! I found my optimism again...Let's get party :)

After an amazing trip

It is so weird when you think that you are not going to miss some moments from the past and after a short tour in your photos folder you are here again full of emotions about the month which ended. And is true, I wondered why? I had a awesome time in India and again I don't feel full 15 days later!

I'm starting to agree with the idea that we will never feel full, that we are greedy and we always want more!

The everyday life of India make you realize how lucky we are.

I see our reality and I can realize the financial crisis of Greece but I also see full restaurants, people walking in & out of shops and young people laughing loudly in the streets.

I remember the young boy outside our hotel in Delhi. He was working every day and every night, he was baking breads and he was standing there for so many hours. One night that we had to wake up early in the morning I saw my young friend sleeping in the midle of the street without clothes.

I will never forget him (: After some minutes we saw a "sleeping" city because in every block we were meeting people sleeping on their working tables outside of their shops.

What is the feeling after a trip like this? Lucky for my valuable memories.

I will never forget the taxi driver with the pretty shoulders in Khan Market, the most beautiful little boy in Goa, the girl who grabbed my food in Mumbai, when I walked barefeet in Taj Mahal, when we felt to our feet the Indian Ocean. I will never forget the sweaty young man in Old Delhi who was carrying a hundred small bags in his shoulders and I will never forget his eyes when I gave to him handkerchiefs.

!ncredible India indeed

The reason to create a Blog

What is the best reason to create a blog? Why? I was wondering so many days when something moved to my mind. I wanted to have an exit in order to feel better, to write my thoughts and to express the pressure of my busy everyday reality.
I was used to be so realistic and negative for such kind of things. "Who needs a blog? Only a non confident person who needs public exposure. "
So the reason is that I just need it and after these questions, a bigger question that came up to my mind was the language that I must to use in the blog.
Firstly, it would be easier for me to express my thoughts in Greek but also in English it would be possible for many international friends to read my blog. So I decided to write it in both languages, depending on the mood :)
Some days ago, I saw the Diesel campaign " Be stupid". I remembered again the days that I was romantic and sooo spontaneous. So yes sometimes is so good to be stupid, to laugh loudly, to sleep with open windows (like last night :S), to listen to music in the metro trying to guess the thoughts of the strangers.
Yes stupidity could be "strategic" and yes nobody can call me marketeer but I still am the same innovative and enthousiastic person.

Welcome to my thoughts :)

Evita