Albania was magic

Albania flew by magically. I learned long ago to expect nothing and keep my heart open, ready to accept anything that might come. It can hold anything — don’t limit yourself.

We partied all week, from the moment we opened our eyes until we dropped. When you’re already falling asleep on the beach and your legs won’t carry you — time to go home. We stayed in Dhermi, a Greek village, Corfu visible on the horizon, just a stone’s throw away. Music, pebble beaches, cool water, mountains, islands — magic.

Six of us went, three couples, nobody was forgotten or left short on love. Along the shore, dance floors one after another. 700 people in the local chat, something always going on. Hugging, kissing, meeting everyone. As Anya put it, molecules of calm penetrated inside. And they changed something.

Advaita, meditations, and psychedelics gave me an insight I’d been thinking about for a long time. There’s nobody else — I’m the only viewer in my own cinema, watching the earthly adventures. A consciousness on legs, so to speak. Nothing is wrong or bad. Everything is going the best way possible. What you pay attention to is what happens.

We spend a whole life asleep, face-down in the salad, not noticing anything, taking it as the only reality. Then suddenly you lift your head and open your eyes — oh, we’re at a party! How did I forget? It’s all for a reason, people.

Choose to be happy.