Otherwise known as being spontaneous.

It’s funny though, it seems like being spontaneous means doing something out of the ordinary and is considered as something positive while being impulsive means doing something without thinking and is something negative. Honestly, what’s the difference?

Today was definitely the kind of day I would title as impulsive or spontaneous.

I accepted an internship I wasn’t 100% sure of, I made plans with a person I’m not too acquainted with, I ate an unhealthy meal even though I was devoted to cleaning up my diet, I enrolled to the gym abruptly. Definitely an impulsive day.

This kind of behavior is something I tended to do regularly. The only difference was back then after my impulsiveness I would be swooped away from a seemingly endless spiral of self doubt and loathing.

Now, I have mastered the art of acceptance. With every decision I view the positive side. I ponder upon it, discovering what good may come from it. As the ancient Greek stoic philosopher Epictetus once said:


So that’s what I did. I let things happen to me and I reacted in a fashionable matter.

I mean, who can blame me? We live in the era of: Y.O.L.O.’s, companies and famous actors promoting motos like “Just do it”, even social media can be considered a mean of platform used to upload thoughts and ideas on impulse. I mean, how much thought goes to a tweet? As the US president could probably assure you, not too much.

But is that really what were aiming for? Actions motivated by emotion rather than thought, spontaneous actions based on emotions, desires and whims?

As nice as it may be to not feel guilt, I don’t think that’s motive enough to do whatever the heck you want without at least giving it some thought.

I mean, of course each situation is different, and some decisions need less thought than others, but I believe the adult thing to do in any given situation is to take a minute and weigh out if what you’re planning on doing is good for your own interest, money-wise, emotionally-wise, and above all health-wise.

Unless you’re a freaking fire fighter or something. Then go ahead and be as impulsive as you like.




Santorini from a different perspective

So, as I may have mentioned before on my blog, I’m from Santorini, Greece.

Yeah yeah, I know what you’re thinking: You lucky son of a b****.

So this past weekend, I visited Santorini, unfortunately for a somber reason, a funeral.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to portray the beauty of the island with my little old camera.

But in respect to the sorrowful event of my visit, I decided to depict Santorini in a way many don’t get the chance to see it, a Santorini not at it’s peak during the summer months, but a more soft, peaceful Santorini of the early spring months.

I hope y’all enjoy.

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My hiking trip

So the previous weekend I went hiking on a mountain quite close to the place I live, which is in Patras, Greece, called “Klokova” or “Paliovouna”.



Its total height was 1038 m. Recently they’ve added wind generators on the top so we were excited to go and see them. On our way we had to take a ferryboat to reach the other side of the land. The other option was to take a bridge called “The Rio-Antirrio bridge”. Here are some pictures I took from my trip that I hope you enjoy:



The Rio-Antirrio bridge (Greece).



The view from up the mountain. If you look closely you can see the bridge I was telling you about.


The wind turbine on the top of the mountain. If you look closely you can see people on the left, just to get the idea of how tall they are.


Birthdays are stupid


I know you guys are used to the segment of mine: ____ is funny, but today I bring you a new point of view. Birthday’s are stupid.

More accurately, birthdays are overrated.

It isn’t actually my birthday, it’s my name day. In Greece, as well as in other countries, we celebrate our names. It’s kind of part of an orthodox tradition.We actually celebrate the saint that was either born or killed on this day, something like that.

But it’s got pretty much the same impact as a birthday. Plus it’s easier to remember, since all you have to do is remember the persons name.

But just like birthdays, they’re overrated. Suddenly, the whole day becomes important. Everything you do on this day must be memorable. Everything must be perfect. Any mishap has a much bigger impact as it would on a regular day.

And for what reason? It’s just another normal day.

It doesn’t matter who remembers you on this day. What really mattes is who remembers you and thinks about you on a regular basis.

When does confidence turn to narcissism?


Narcissus, as painted by Caravaggio

Lately I have been feeling good about myself. You know? I’ve just been believing in myself, believing in my potential. Especially when it comes to my appearance. I’m like: “Okay, I may not be the most attractive person on earth, but hey, I believe I have a good personality so that goes a long way”.

But that got me thinking how easily misunderstandable that may be. I mean, how many times have we heard someone speak highly about themselves, which results to us thinking how cocky that person is?

And is it? Is it cocky to think good things about yourself? At what point does confidence turn into narcissism?

To answer this question, first, we have to give a definition to narcissism. Narcissism comes from a Greek name Narcissus who was a figure of ancient Greek mythology.

As quoted from Wikipedia:

“In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty. He was the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope. He was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him. Nemesis noticed this behavior and attracted Narcissus to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus lost his will to live. He stared at his reflection until he died. Narcissus is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one’s physical appearance and/or public perception.”

So, the way I see it, Narcissism is exactly that: finding so much greatness in yourself to the point where you lose your grasp with reality. Just like the Greek philosopher Socrates has said, everything is good in moderation.Which means that it’s good of course to think good things about yourself, but not to the point where you’re so wrapped up about yourself that you lose your humbleness.


My first poem

This is my first go at writing poetry. I know it probably doesn’t follow any official form of poetry, and I know it probably sounds more like a rap song, but it just popped in my mind, and I thought I would give it a try. Hope you like it xx


All we ever feel is average.

Whether its work or how we look but I know what the matter is:



Everyone is somehow broken.

All we have to do is mend the piece and our minds will finally be spoken.



But finding the truth takes courage.

Cause digging deep inside ourselves is something we don’t encourage.



I feel like everyone’s so distant.

Is it so hard to be yourself for an instant?



Most people prefer to disguise.

Cause fitting into society is whats most important to their eyes.



It’s easy to fall into the trap

that life is limited to all we see but really:



Not too far from where you live.

Life may have a completely different meaning than the one you give.




Sharing hatred’s so easy.

While spreading love and showing compassion may seem almost cheesy.


In the end,

when you’re alone apart from your friends,

what makes you feel better? Which one’s better to have spread?


Love or hate?

Which one’s bound to create

A calmer mindset, a more peaceful life, more illuminate?



People don’t even have the courtesy

of showing compassion to those whose fate treated them ruthlessly.



Sometimes our minds get so narrow,

that we forget to see we’re all people and there’s nothing to divide but our despair.


Oh, Open.

I just wish we would open

Our arms out and embrace those who seem to have less fortune.



A constant series of flurries

that never seem to go no matter how low they get buried.


And yet,

the more worried we get,

the more we seem to ponder the truth and never forget.




That’s right. It’s time that this blog site changed. It’s time that this blog site evolved.

I’ve changed as a human being, I’m in a different place now in my life and it’s time this blog site came with me.

Whose with me?!


Confidence is funny.



Confidence is something we’ve always been striving to achieve. It’s an ultimate goal. It’s simple: If we’re confident, we’re happy. But really, what is confidence? Is confidence happiness? Are confident people always happy? Can someone unconfident be happy? And most importantly, is there such a thing as being too confident? These are the questions I’ve been struggling with lately.

You see, a series of events occurred lately which “lifted my confidence”. But really, is that how it’s supposed to be? Shouldn’t confidence be impartial towards the events that occur in your life?

Because in that case, then if negative events occur, then the confidence should go away, and I don’t think that that’s how confidence is supposed to work.

I think confidence isn’t about getting a lot of compliments and reassurance, but it’s about believing in yourself, no matter what others might have to say.

People with true confidence are ultimately happy people, since their confidence does not depend on other people’s opinions. They recognize that they don’t need other peoples reassurance, since a compliment or an insult means nothing more than one persons opinion, and may not always reflect the truth.

Unfortunately, I believe many people today perceive confidence as an acquired attribute, achieved only by others peoples acceptance.  I believe social media has a lot to do with this, since your only as good as the likes you get. Constantly depending on other people for reassurement cannot be considered confidence. Because, while getting a compliment lift their spirits, not getting any compliments or getting an insult will just as easily diminish them. People in this category are also influenced by their society’s ideals. For example, they might envy a certain body type they see on the internet and therefore feel underwhelmed about their own.

I also believe being overly confident belongs in this category. Those who are overly confident are just the victims of too much reassurement from someone in their environment, and unfortunately they haven’t learned to always keep some reservation.

Overall,  truly confident people take both insults and compliments lightly. They think more out of the box, spherically, thinking each situation through, meaning that they earn things from both a good and bad situation. They are constantly reassuring themselves in a healthy and non-narcissistic way and making happiness a personal achievement and not an achievement that can be stolen by other peoples opinions.

My trip to Bansko, Bulgaria (photography)

So last week I went a little trip to a city called Bansko in Bulgaria.

Now Bulgaria boarders Greece so it wasn’t too long on a trip.

Except it was.

Cause we went by bus.

And it was an eleven hour trip.


(just kidding this wasn’t my bus)

So since I am a total hypochondriac, I started worrying that I was going to get sick on the bus ride, which I usually do. So I went out and bought myself all kinds of crap, medicine, a neck pillow, a blindfold, to make sure everything would go well on my long trip.

Turns out, everything did go well. And it was one of the best and most fun trips I have ever had.

So here are some memorable moments from my trip:


The sky & mountain view from Bansko, Bulgaria.


Our hotel, Aspen Resort Golf & Ski, a four star hotel about 10 minutes away from the ski center in Bansko.


The river Glazne that runs right through Bansko.

Now Bansko is a very popular ski resort. I had never skied before in my life, but i decided to try it out.


Here I am all dressed up and ready to ski.


This is what the lift looks like that takes you up to the ski track.


The view from inside the lift.

Now, I was quite unlucky, because even though I was ready to ski, I found no teacher willing to teach me, so I only skied a bit on my own.

But even though that didn’t go well, this trip was still one of the best of my life, mostly because I met tons of new people which I connected with immediately.

Maybe they’re right when they say it doesn’t matter where you go, all that matters is that you have good company.