Inspiration of life

This guys here asked a blonde girl yesterday “Where are you from”?

She goes “Latvia” and his stupid response was “Oh that´s not a country!”

“Oh really? Last time I checked it was cus again I AM FROM THERE” the girls said and turned around.

This is absolutely true. Fucking ridiculous. Remember the guy in Venice I blogged about who yelled at me for speaking swedish to my swedish friend in AMERICA where people speak ENGLISH?

Fucking DUSHBAG. Makes me wanna throw up.

I went to Target the other day. For those of you who dont know what Target is, it´s a big store that has everything and it´s super cheap.
The old woman in the check-out tried to smile and help me but I just felt really bad for her. Here she was at 60, working in a store for probably minimum wage… What type of life is that?
I don´t judge ANYONE as long as you do what you want with your life. Whether that is cleaning toilets, ordering pizzas, working in the White House or traveling the world, I don´t give a shit but you´ve GOTTA like it. Otherwise I´ve got zero respect for ya. The reason behind that is, if you don´t do what you like, you can´t respect your own inner voice, in other words yourself. And if you don´t respect yourself, how can you expect others to do it?

This woman clearly didn´t like working at Target. I could just tell by the look in her eyes, gazing away, looking at the clock…2 hours left….1 hour and 59 minutes, 58, 57….

Get home, prepare some pasta, watch The Bachelor, pay some bills, go to bed, get up, go to Target, fold clothes, help the swedish girl find the right size…

What has struck me this time in the U.S, is the lack of life quality for so many people here. Seriously, they work, work and then they work some more, over time, weekends, kissing asses, backstabbing… I´ve heard so many stories now I´ve become a little bit scared actually. What type of world are we living in that only cares about money, status, the car we drive and the amount of time it takes us to travel from point A to point B?!
Now, of course Americans are not the only career focused people in the world, but it´s the lack of balance here that scares me.

When are you suppose to have YOUR time to do what YOU want lady at Target? When will you see the Colusseum? Eat cocunut-chicken in Thailand? Dance Flamenco with a latin man in Brazil? Go up in the Eiffel tower in Paris and eat pizza in Naples? Drink Mohitos on Cuba, see your favorite musical in London? Spend time with the people you love? Bake chocolate chip cookies with your mom, dad, granddaughter? Make love on a rock in Indonesia or in the backseat of a car parked next to a beach in Valencia, make out with a sweaty hot guy in Nashville?
Walk through the alps or Himalayas with munks?
They have 2 weeks of paid vacation time here, PER YEAR, but not even the first year you work at a company.
Vacation equals lazyness for a lot of people I guess. But I gotta say when it comes to work I am not lazy at all. I prioritize to work with things I love and I am not afraid of working 24/7 sometimes. The difference though, I look at vacation time as inspirational time, not necessarily time to “Rest”. Life is suppose to inspire us to be good, do good things, try NEW things, move forward in a developing way.

I´ve been fascinated for some time now about Latin people. It´s their PASSION. Passion for life! They eat with a passion, they talk full of passion, make love full of passion, fight, argue, dance…
Spanish, Italian, South American people… It makes me smile just thinking about how they use their whole body when they talk. How they laugh LOUD, dance like nobody is watching, Love like they´ve never been hurt.

It attracts me, to do something with a passion… If you can do it 100% why do it less? So if you´re cleaning toilets, do it with a passion or just stop Stop right now and do something else damn it.
“Well it´s not that easy” YES IT IS!!!! It is it is it is. Two simple questions you need to ask yourself: What do I like? What am I good at? Chances are the answer will be the same to those two questions.

I´ve said it before and I will say it again, Life is way way waaay to short…

World-class coffee and a Z4

What will you do then? Next? After this? When you´ve completed this thing? After this job? After your vacation? After dinner? Next next next always…

Getting really tired of this question that I get every single day.

Today my dad asked me this in the car. I decided to chock him.
“Oh yeah that one, haven´t I told you dad?” I  replied with a huge smile. “Me and Jenny are going to open a health-café in Spain!”
My dad looked like I had just spoken chinese. In his ears he heard “ching chong tiilkasjasjaj broooof karooobbaaaa” so he quietly asked his question again “But after the time in L.A, I meant what will you do then?” Oh I heard you the first time dad. I turned around so he would hear me better and looked at him “I will make coffee to people”.  The previous chinese had now turned to some swedish/french/spanish so he could now understand the words but still not the whole meaning of them. His first reply to this was “Then there will be no BMW for you”
I started laughing, “What? Are you kidding me? I´m gonna make the best coffee in the world and we´ll franchise our store to rest of europe and I tell you what, I bet the CEO of Starbucks drives a nice car” I smiled and he heard that I was half serious half joking. I continued “Dad, I have so many dreams it drives me crazy, my goal is to realize as many of them as possible.”

It´ll be ok next, and next and next…but I´m not there right now am I? Many things can happen on the way.

xoxo