Oh. My. Zeus.

 

Zeus
A statue of Zeus in the Vatican.

It was in February of 2010 when I visited Rome. I immediately fell in love with the city because of its charm. And most of all I got to tick off a box on my bucket list.

Ever since I was small, I love going to churches, museums, and galleries. I find it more appealing than spending the whole day at the beach doing nothing. Just like any other famous tourist attractions, there are lots of people who wanted to see the Vatican. In my part, the purpose of the trip is to see the place where the Pope resides and hold masses. It was definitely a dream come true to me to be able to step into the famous St. Peter Basilica.

I was awed by what I have seen inside the Vatican. Everything is just beautiful and artistic. For me, it does not look like a place of worship but a royal palace.

The museum is also filled with surprises. I did not expect to see a lot there. Just like the topless statue of Zeus!

 

 

*This post is my take on today’s one-word prompt, ostentatious.

 

 

The Hills Got Eyes

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This shot was taken during my short trip to Eidsv├ągneset today. I asked my bf to take me to somewhere nice today because I can’t stand staying home all the time. I’ve been staying at home these past few days because of my stomach virus.

So anyways, I’ve never been to this place before. I think… but bf was insisting that I’ve been here before. I can’t really remember and I don’t remember the paintings on the wall on the hill. Nevertheless, whoever painted the eyes did a great job. He/she made the boring wall cute and mysterious.

Btw, this post is my take on The Daily Prompt, facade.

 

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Trapped Inside

I never thought that a time would come that I would fear for my life. This was a new phenomenon to me. Should I seek help from the people around me or just pretend that I’m a brave woman?

Deep inside I was shouting for help. I thought that I’d drown in my own thoughts. Thank goodness it’s just in the mind. However, it has already taken my energy, a portion of my sanity and it has already left an invisible scar on me.

Sometimes I succeed in concealing my fears but most of the time I get caught by people close to me and when I tell them what is making me anxious or what is making me tremble, they would answer me with “why is that?” and laugh at the same time. Some told me that it’s only a product of overthinking and imagination.

As days went by, I started to isolate myself from the world. I hated the things that triggered my panic attacks. One of which is taking the express bus. I know it sounds ridiculous. Fear of taking the bus? Actually it’s not the bus that is the issue, but it is the thought that I don’t have control over the bus. Whenever I sat on the bus, it feels like I was sitting on a roller coaster.

My confidence went from a 100% to a 10%. I didn’t trust myself anymore and I started thinking that emotions made me weak. My health condition was not good either. The gastrointestinal problem that I had before came back because I was stressed by the thought of my panic attacks coming back. I was anxious about being afraid and what would happen if I lost control over something.

I went to a therapist because I wanted to put an end to this nightmare. I was sick and tired of negativity. To make the story short I got better. The therapist told me that my anxiousness was a phase in my life. My mind was on its defence mode because of the sad happenings that I experienced in my life lately and stress from work made it worse. So her advice is to go out and never allow fear and depression stop you from living your life. Being afraid is normal because it is our body’s way of warning us of dangers but it is up to us on how we are going to respond to the situation.

If you’re going to ask me how am I today, I’m absolutely better. I still have some of the irrational fears but I don’t get panic attacks anymore. I guess that my healthier lifestyle (which includes a balance diet, exercise, water and proper supplements) today is helping my mind to cope better with the negativity coming into my life. I also learned something from myself too that no matter how intimidating or nerve-racking the situation is, quiting is not in my vocabulary.

 

This post is my response to The Daily Post Daily Prompt Challenge, Panic.

The Favorite One

She was the muse.

He asked her to sit beside him

and he told her that the seat is only for her.

So she sat on that seat. In the morning

and in the afternoon.

You see, he kept his promise that she is the muse. The muse

of the trips and the muse of the bus.

She was the favorite one. She was happy to see the world on the front seat.

Then he told her to keep a secret from her parents or else she would

lose her throne.

And then he did it and she did not have any idea…

She was only 6 years old.

 

This is my take on The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Muse.