Moving forwards

One intelligent man once said: “If you never try, you will never know”. Oh dear, he was more than right!

Talking about me, I am impulsive. And I am crazy enough to get into rough situations. It happens all the time but just a matter of fact I should mention that my last though of “How did I end up here?” banged me right into my head while I was in Sweden.

Sweden? You think that this Scandinavian treasure, Viking’s pearl does not look like a land, where one crazy girl can say “How did I end up here?” Stay still!

Actually it does not matter in which country I was thinking like that. It was a matter of what exactly I had to do there. Yup, it was absurd enough but I ended my summer holiday in the… Military Academy Kalberg! “How? HOW? Or no… What. WHAT exactly I am doing here right now?” This question was my biggest dilemma, my painful headache. The stupidity of the fact that one girl, not strong and not brave enough to climb up a tree or do at least one push-up is running a course into Europe’s oldest military academy. I entered a competition in Lithuania and got to the finals of whole-Europe-event. I was in a team with another girl from Lithuania and two smoking-while-running-in-the-military-course Croatian guys. But that is not the idea.

What I want to tell you is to keep on going. Every travel is a move forward. It does not matter where you are travelling. It is a step forward even when you are heading back home. It is still a huge move forward, because travelling opens one‘s eyes.

When I thought „How did I end up here?“ for the first time, I felt freedom. Freedom to be in a foreign country, freedom to chat with lively Scandinavians, freedom to stroll into their cities and feel like home. If I never tried to step forward from mama’s and papa’s, my though of „How did I end up here?“ would be with a bitter spice of unfulfilled dreams.
Sweden opened up my eyes. I saw a lot of happy people, lots of cyclists, runners, yacht-captains, dog walkers, military guys and shop-sellers. I saw that being happy is just as simple as to run in a park with a friend. Sweden changed me. Now I am preparing for my first marathon. It is absurd and funny at the same time – I had to go miles away from home to see that it is possible to get up early and simply run!

I have seen Scandinavia at its best. I saw eco-friendly streets, parks, gardens, lakes and rivers. I felt like becoming a better human by simply spending time in this beautiful country.