Think About The Bigger Picture


Anxious. Apprehensive. Nervous. Restless. Do you belong to this category? Well, I do!  Giving the fact that I am reading thousands of psychology books on the matter and how to focus on the good things, and how to not care about possible catastrophes that could happen (but also not), I am convinced that it is better to think about the bigger picture when you feel down – and I am not the only one to have faced down moments – so that everything really assumes a different perspective and importance.

You deserve a more relaxed life and some daily inner peace to face great and small, bad or good life events, which are inevitable.

Dom 💗💖💗



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It’s only…


I can’t cope with everything

I am feeling exhausted,

I am drained to my bones

saturated with too much.

When will it be over?

When is life Starting?

No. Life is here within me

We need to prioritise

Our daily aims.

Up tomorrow I am posting only once a week

Just for my Pop Art Enigma –

I am going to bed at 9.30

No matter what –

I am going to start reading a book

A week and then write a decent review –

I am going for a walk

Every two days –

My children will give up sports

Music, drama and extracurricular activities.

Really, I feel not in touch with me and myself.

I feel a used person

Even ab-used. 

I need to get in touch with me and immerse in myself


Goodbye to you all

For a while.


Dom 💓💓💓

Days – Some Poetry in Life


I guess it was school that made me hate poetry at first. It was sooo boring, and we students needed to study and learn by heart things that were so distant from us. But now. Enjoying poetry is for me free from any school homework, and when I read poetry I really sip the lines, and wait, and read and re-read them. Don’t feel the pressure of finding the implicit meaning – if there’s one – or detect rhythm and rhymes and so on.

Funny how, besides the Masters of poetry (for me Shakespeare, but also Hikmet), I have recently discovered Philip Larkin. I know, he is “tough”, he is somehow different. I so much love “This be the verse”, but I understand sensitive souls could be surprised by this. If you know the poem you can understand it.

Anyway, here is a poem by Larkin, just for you all.

Have a good night,



What are days for?
Days are where we live.   
They come, they wake us   
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:   
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor   
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
Philip Larkin, “Days ” from Whitsun Weddings. Copyright © Estate of Philip Larkin.  Reprinted by permission of Faber and Faber, Ltd.
Source: Collected Poems (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2001)