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“Life can be lived anywhere. The setting is of no importance; what matters is the intensity.” Cezar Petrescu
I was the rebellious child who turned family traditions upside down and lived life on my own terms. I loved against all written and unwritten social norms, against all religious dogmas, and I suffered in my own profound and unique way. I hoped, I gave, and I waited—in my own way. I invested time and emotions in people, poured a part of myself into their souls, and walked away from them—in my own way—when I realized our paths were leading in different directions. I chose my life’s road in my own way, one filled with sacrifices, pain, and sleepless nights, but it was worth every moment. I chose my profession in my own way, leaving no room for negotiation with anyone. I selected my workplaces based on what my heart told me, not what my mind dictated. I fell and rose again, I smiled and pounded my fist on the table. I fought for the truth in my soul, unconcerned with how long I’d have to wait or undaunted by obstacles or people with high positions and small ideals. I practiced my craft as a journalist with decency, with immense heart, with many tears, lumps in my throat, and countless pretzels eaten on the steps of television studios. I said yes to journalistic ethics and no to the nonsense in newsrooms. I stayed, worked honestly, and left with the dignity of someone who could not afford to lose the most precious thing in the world: my soul.
I was the rebellious child who chased the dream of reaching Canada, despite the harsh words I heard around me. I wrestled with life, packed it into three suitcases, and set off on the path of my soul and exile. I believed in myself, and at 32, in my own beautiful and reckless way, I embarked on a second degree, studying Political Science at Concordia University in Montreal. I battled the Canadian system and went head-to-head with those who had the power to keep me in the program or clip my wings—all because I chose to drop everything and return to my country to care for my gravely ill parents. In my own fierce and stubborn way, I found the strength to say NO when I was expected to stay silent, swallow my pride, bow my head, and say yes.
After losing my mother in 2012, I gathered the shattered pieces of my soul, stood up, and fought to finish my degree. In my own wild and beautiful way, I fought for life when illness and suffering landed me in the hospital for four months. I endured four surgeries, metaphorically pushing away everyone around me who tried to help. I got back on my feet, pieced together the fragments of my life, and continued on my path.
I have always wanted to give people a part of myself, my soul, and the very best and most beautiful within me! In my own way, I decided that this book had to be born. I write and give in my own way, looking to the heavens, knowing that somewhere up there, someone is always watching over me, helping me bring my heartfelt projects to fruition. In my romantic, Latin way, I look at the people around me who love me, encourage me, and help me move forward. I love them, adore them, carry them in my heart and being as a life’s path, as a flame that burns and lights my destiny. I carry them as the most sacred touchstones I return to, no matter where I am, where life takes them, or how many miles, oceans, or people separate us. I kiss souls and reinvent destinies, tear down worlds and build new altars, stir lives and heal through love! In my wild and innocent way, I am calm and storm, water and fire, heaven and hell. I have lived, I live, and I will live life in my own way—with immense devotion, heart, passion, sensitivity intertwined with reason, with intense emotions, feelings, and burning desires, with a smile on my lips and tears on my cheeks, with my soul shattered and pieced back together, with my beautiful and wild way of being, with a zest for life and love, with a desire to leave something meaningful behind, with the aspiration that, somehow, somewhere, I have done something good, even for just one person, with the hope that I will soothe as much as I can, whenever and however I can.
Yes, this is ME, and my own way of living my life, and no matter how it may be, if some people will hate me, I will linger in their minds, and if others love me, I will remain in their hearts for eternity… Me, the rebellious child, the beautiful and wild woman… Me… and my own way! Life is truly wonderful when we have the courage, the passion, and the inner strength to live it in our own way!
Alexandra Mihăescu
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