7 Dec 2009
Matthieu Ricard actually lives on the Himalayas and shows us very easily our every day habits in which we treat happiness as it visits us, sometimes even on a daily basis, without us noticing it. Watch this talk by the person who is called “the happiest person in the world” here, a following smile is guaranteed 
5 Aug 2009
Almost 30. What a strange thing of me to say. Or write. Or even think of. Hey, but it’s true. I can’t help it and look back at the last 10 years of my life. If only I had known what a crucial part they have in shaping my identity, personality, health, education, love, and everything else actually, everything else that really matters, that is.
I spent 7 years at the university. That’s a long time. I know for sure that those years are not over. My time at the world of academy (yes, it’s a different and a separate world from the one we know, it’s on a different planet and even the air is kind of thicker there than here) is not done, and one day I will go straight back. In a lot of ways, it’s where I came from, and in many ways, it’s where I feel at home. I guess I will always feel like I’m growing up there.
The many years of studying gave me skills to stand where I am standing today – at a turning point, with no directions or signs. I am almost choosing, I almost know what I want. I know for sure that I have learned a lot. I have learned the study of people – I know what they’re like, I know how to be one of them all when I need to, and I also know how to learn from them. Therefore, I have learned to recognize a true intellectual and to admire wisdom, to look up to people who know more about me and to share the joy of knowledge at the right surrounding, and most importantly in my opinion is to research into the depths of my curiosity, and then to write about it.
I owe the academy many of my shapes and angles, of my opinions and thoughts, ideas and goals.
I do.
And I will forever be thankful for all that.
I hope that now, at the crossroad of Growing-Up street with Deciding What I Want To Do street, I will find my way easy, remembering all that I have learned, facing all that I can’t wait to learn, and step forward unhesitatingly towards that oh so scary place called ‘my future’.
Hilla.
20 Jul 2009
Busy week, busy month, busy life.
Trying to find time to squeeze everything in and be happy with it all. Gonna have to admit it – no can do. Working from 10am to 9pm every day and then try to maintain some sort of social life as a minor addition to my love life and family life can be a little too much. I manage to do it all, I think, I just don’t manage to write enough.
I write. All day long. I hear the keyboard clicks in my head even when I don’t actually type. Click click click click click. I just don’t write for me lately. I write now, therefore I work. No fun.
Note to self: Do something about it.
ASAP.
12 Jun 2009
Oh, it’s a long one.
I started writing as I learned how to. I have always had a personal diary. Ever since I can remember myself. Always.
(The bad part is that I threw them all away)
That was me. The writing girl. When I didn’t have my diary with me, I wrote on everything I could: pieces of paper, school books, school notebooks, post-its, you name it. I used to save all the written pieces and save them till I get home, and then post them to my diary, so I won’t miss a single word.
As I got older, I started writing only when I was sad or having a bad time. Those were the times I wrote most. I sometimes couldn’t stop writing and did it for hours. I used to wake up at nights and hurry to get a piece of paper because some random thought or a sentence crossed my mind while I was asleep and woke me up.
Some people say I don’t talk enough. That I might be too quiet. I guess it’s true. If only they could hear how loud and clear the words are inside my mind, they would probably think differently. I talk to them all, all the time, inside my head. As far as I’m concerned, I’d write them all emails, letters, messages or whatever they’d like as a conversation tool, as long as I don’t have to actually use my voice. I’d much rather write instead.
And then came my thesis, which I made the main theme for it up myself, and it’s mine, and I’m creating it from scratch, and I love it. At the beginning it was surprising and so different. I wasn’t used to write despite my emotions. It’s research, it’s based on facts, it’s a big pile of notes, documents, tables, pictures, memoirs, and more that I have been collecting for two years now. I love writing it, yet it has nothing to do with my writing-out-of-emotions kind of writing.
Writing is endless. It’s another world, parallel to this one, and only those who write can grasp its wonder. I’m so happy I can understand the value of writing. I do feel privileged.
After all this came this brand new year with its world shaking changes. One of them was trying to write about favorite topics. As a career. So this is basically what I do here – I write here about anything I want.
So now I basically write in four different favorite places:
1. My thesis;
2. http://blog.vetrinas.com/ – My blog about http://www.vetrinas.com, which is such a lovely website that I love (oh, and work for );
3. http://www.bamoda.co.il/ – A fashion designers index in Hebrew I also just started writing for (in Hebrew);
4. And here. My home. Where I can lay my hat on
It took me a little more than 20 years to finally write freely without locking my diary and placing the key back in my key chain. Growing up can be sometimes nice. Writing about it is another topic I try to handle by writing about with
14 Mar 2009
oh yeah, it’s called Bora Bora
4 Mar 2009
It’s so much fun, to be purely happy for someone else, fore their happiness has nothing to do with my own, and still.
One of my all times best friends is getting married tomorrow night. I’m so happy for her. Honestly. She met this really great guy, who adores her like she deserves to be adored, and they’re going to have their own new family starting tomorrow.
You can call me old fashioned as much as you like, I just think it’s wonderful. Everyone today are so petrified of getting married an “settling down” and I really can’t see why. How come it’s not obvious that if I have the man I love most and know I want to spend the rest of my life with, then I shouldn’t be afraid to marry him? what’s wrong with being married?
I know all about divorce rates of today. Dam, I already know divorced couples that are my age. It can happen to everyone at any time. I still don’t think of it as a good enough reason for not even trying. That looks just dumb to me.
So there she is, my best friend, getting married. The one who always hated them all, said that she would never commit, bla-bla-bla… if it happened to her, and even I changed my mind about this whole thing too, then it’s true. It can really happen to anyone. Honestly.
