This random post appeared right here as a little retrospection of my life and giving you the possibility to know why I’m always focused on nonmaterial things of life.

When I was born 30 years ago I had to battle for my life. I was almost dead, my heart didn’t work properly and I had a rare chances for being alive. But luckily I survived. Every time I ask my mom about that particular stage, she cries. Now when I’m in the age when I want to have my own family and kids (someday) I can truly understand her and her emotions. Every single day I’m thankful for my life and I want to celebrate it as much as I can.

Being young is a privillege, not only in the meaning of age and our body. But mostly in the meaning of soul. I know 70, 80 years old people who celebrate life and don’t worry about their age and what the other people say. Having 'forever young soul' is something beautiful. As you know I look much younger than my age, sometimes it’s awkward, I had a lot of extremely funny situations in my life caused by the fact that I look... like I look, especially when I graduated law and I started my first real job. But on the other hand I’m also grateful for that. And you know what? I want to stay young as long as possible. Live in the moment, do what I like, have fun, love, smile, celebrate life. Never growing up!