Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 145 – Random babbling


It’s said that good things happen to good people, or good things happen for those who wait. I disagree with both sayings. If good things would happen to good people, well, I would be at least rich and famous right now (hahaha) and also who doesn’t consider themselves as being good people. If good things happen to those that wait, well than why are we all running around like mad men all the time.

But, I do believe that kindness is repaid with kindness, even if the pay back doesn’t necessarily come from the same person you showed kindness too. I’ve been thinking about selfishness lately and although I have come to this conclusion every time I think about it, I still am not entirely pleased with it. There are no selfless acts; even the purest human being cannot take pride in that. If you think about it every time you help someone else with no interest what so ever, you are left with that feeling of joy, that comforts and sometimes can even make you happy for a second; so, even the most selfless act is done for a reason and expecting to receive something back – like the joy in the other person’s eyes. like the smile a child gives you when you hand him a toy, like the kind “Thank you” that an old man whispers into your ear when you take his hand and help him walk. Everything has a price and we may not admit this openly, but we expect to be fully paid for our good deeds.

Now, we become what we think and sometimes our thoughts are not the prettiest things in the world, but our hope about anything, is. When you hope or dream, your whole being opens up and embraces a new beginning or the continuance of the path you created for yourself. When you stumble, hope comes to the rescue and for that split second, you become beautiful inside, you become alive again. Rambling thoughts, each and every one of them more confusing than the other, but in all this mixture of insecurity, hope will always come to the rescue and maybe with a little help from my part, it can make my dreams come true.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu