I thought I will be adding few words to the diary in day-to-day routine, so that when I wish, I can reach out and get my unfinished thoughts back to ponder and to complete…like an essay that you never have time to write to the conclusion, so that you can hand it over to the marking team. The busytimes decided differently and soon I found myself reciting my thoughts over and over so that I will not forget them by the time I’ll get to the keyboard&screen analogue of pen&paper…and where the hell are they now?.. too many choice of what to start with dropped a writer’s block right on my pathway…[~laughs] isn’t it funny how we can be so used to keep our thoughts to ourselves that eventually we unable to share them even when we want to. I’ll try anyway…
Don’t you think, some real life affairs might be like rewinded movies? Going backwards to the start of things? The onward way might be normally two meet, get to know about each other, find common interests, share them, eventually share more and outside of interests, eventually share bed and possibly life and possibly “happyeverafter”. Sometimes it happens in reverse: two meet, share hot nights of passion, find common fantasies, share them, eventually share less and less and suddenly come to the start of the journey and ask each other: do I know you? I’ve seen both ways happening in life around. But is there ample evidence of which way is right and which is wrong? Does it means that by going the “backtofront” way people not making mistake, but just have this luck of knowing upfront all the best bits before the worst took over?
Deep Autumn outside my window influences my thoughts just about everything…am thinking of a friendships being like a nature’s seasons. They have a time when they’re in bloom, a colourful awake of mutual understanding, the joyful moments of growing together, the sharing of the sources of wisdom and experience…a time when all is said and shared by the fireplace and the feeling of completion prevails over the communication, filling it with the silence of satisfaction of what is…then it comes the time – the end of season…when the friendship fades like an autumn leaf and despite of all the sharing, the knowledge, the understanding, people move on…someone said to me these words few years ago, when I complained about loosing touch with friends…they said “people do move on, you know”…in some ways I do understand what they mean, I feel the effect of this moving on my own perception of friendship. In some other ways I still refuse to believe in the idea that real friendships can be a seasonal thing, refuse to be convinced that there is no reason to feel sad when they’ve gone “naturally”…I’m still slightly upset every time this happens and I’m still that idealist who believes that if it’s real, it never fades…and no matter how often you’d say you are still my friend who just “moved on”, I can’t help but think that if you choose to lurk around now, eventually you will lurk away unnoticed and eventually we would question did we ever meet…
Don’t you think, some real life affairs might be like rewinded movies? Going backwards to the start of things? The onward way might be normally two meet, get to know about each other, find common interests, share them, eventually share more and outside of interests, eventually share bed and possibly life and possibly “happyeverafter”. Sometimes it happens in reverse: two meet, share hot nights of passion, find common fantasies, share them, eventually share less and less and suddenly come to the start of the journey and ask each other: do I know you? I’ve seen both ways happening in life around. But is there ample evidence of which way is right and which is wrong? Does it means that by going the “backtofront” way people not making mistake, but just have this luck of knowing upfront all the best bits before the worst took over?
Deep Autumn outside my window influences my thoughts just about everything…am thinking of a friendships being like a nature’s seasons. They have a time when they’re in bloom, a colourful awake of mutual understanding, the joyful moments of growing together, the sharing of the sources of wisdom and experience…a time when all is said and shared by the fireplace and the feeling of completion prevails over the communication, filling it with the silence of satisfaction of what is…then it comes the time – the end of season…when the friendship fades like an autumn leaf and despite of all the sharing, the knowledge, the understanding, people move on…someone said to me these words few years ago, when I complained about loosing touch with friends…they said “people do move on, you know”…in some ways I do understand what they mean, I feel the effect of this moving on my own perception of friendship. In some other ways I still refuse to believe in the idea that real friendships can be a seasonal thing, refuse to be convinced that there is no reason to feel sad when they’ve gone “naturally”…I’m still slightly upset every time this happens and I’m still that idealist who believes that if it’s real, it never fades…and no matter how often you’d say you are still my friend who just “moved on”, I can’t help but think that if you choose to lurk around now, eventually you will lurk away unnoticed and eventually we would question did we ever meet…