So I’ve been thinking again…(oh-oh and that could be not a good sign, for sometimes methinking leads me to the wrong directions)…
Still…I’ve been thinking…Can I be happy on my own? Without no one. Just by myself. Me and …me. I’ve been thinking and came to the conclusion – there is no way humans can be happy in isolation. We need to be heard, recognised, looked at, all the time we need it. And even when we have our leavemealone moments we cannot tolerate them for long. Every human needs an acknowledgment. Just like receipt for delivering something into another’s lives…be it a smile…or a laugh, or helping hand or even sadness…(well, I personally dislike such deliveries, but still acknowledge them we do). What’s the point for doing things if you cannot share them with others? What’s the point of rambling about anything at all, if we cannot do something about it afterwards? If I complain to somebody, I would want to change this later so that I can have something different to say about it, maybe - say with pride: I was weak and miserable because of this or that and I’ve challenged it and I won.
The challenge is not in showing that you are better then someone else. The challenge is to be better today then you used to be yesterday…but we always need a cheerful crowd of supporters or at least a single someone to drop the flag at the finish line of the marathon.
I also have been thinking…if I am a brave person in general in life…it is ever so easy to say I’m not afraid and it is so much harder to actually don’t feel fear…In one of my favourite book – a sequel to the Gadfly by Voinich I’ve read something that still has an effect on my imagination…Rivares, the hero of the story, responded to the question why did he wear the Indian mask when went to negotiate with the tribe of bloodthirsty Indians…he explained: when wearing the mask at least it is only you who knows just how scared you are…something attractive there is in such idea…maybe all our bravery is indeed just a mask we wear…some wear it proficiently others – anyhow…
Apart from thinking, I’ve been listening to the music today…well, I do this every day of course, just today I’m also writing about me listening to the music…The music on my way home was that of Bon Jovi’s…he is good for certain moods, he is so painfully tragic in his songs…”As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead...”
Sometimes I think of those who turned the different way then my way and eventually walked away from my life and I wonder if they ever think of me too…
Still…I’ve been thinking…Can I be happy on my own? Without no one. Just by myself. Me and …me. I’ve been thinking and came to the conclusion – there is no way humans can be happy in isolation. We need to be heard, recognised, looked at, all the time we need it. And even when we have our leavemealone moments we cannot tolerate them for long. Every human needs an acknowledgment. Just like receipt for delivering something into another’s lives…be it a smile…or a laugh, or helping hand or even sadness…(well, I personally dislike such deliveries, but still acknowledge them we do). What’s the point for doing things if you cannot share them with others? What’s the point of rambling about anything at all, if we cannot do something about it afterwards? If I complain to somebody, I would want to change this later so that I can have something different to say about it, maybe - say with pride: I was weak and miserable because of this or that and I’ve challenged it and I won.
The challenge is not in showing that you are better then someone else. The challenge is to be better today then you used to be yesterday…but we always need a cheerful crowd of supporters or at least a single someone to drop the flag at the finish line of the marathon.
I also have been thinking…if I am a brave person in general in life…it is ever so easy to say I’m not afraid and it is so much harder to actually don’t feel fear…In one of my favourite book – a sequel to the Gadfly by Voinich I’ve read something that still has an effect on my imagination…Rivares, the hero of the story, responded to the question why did he wear the Indian mask when went to negotiate with the tribe of bloodthirsty Indians…he explained: when wearing the mask at least it is only you who knows just how scared you are…something attractive there is in such idea…maybe all our bravery is indeed just a mask we wear…some wear it proficiently others – anyhow…
Apart from thinking, I’ve been listening to the music today…well, I do this every day of course, just today I’m also writing about me listening to the music…The music on my way home was that of Bon Jovi’s…he is good for certain moods, he is so painfully tragic in his songs…”As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead...”
Sometimes I think of those who turned the different way then my way and eventually walked away from my life and I wonder if they ever think of me too…