Laugh loud, Pagliaccio, forget all of your troubles…
I’m loosing my will to write meaningful things. Mind refuses to think seriously. Maybe because later I have to live life seriously and mind does not accept any more of this bollocks.
Life is full of irony. She must’ve been always, only we tend to notice it when we’re hit by what flies off the fan…a good way to protect yourself is to disguise into smile…a smirk, perhaps, perhaps even at your very own self, but laugh loud, Paglaccio, and all will be well…as long as you laughing at yourself, that is.
Anyway, life is full of irony, whichever way you turn her. Imagine you domesticated a lion. Or a tiger. Or just a cat that you’ve found being left by her owners. You spend some time and efforts to make it trust you, to make it see a friend in you, you feed it off your palm and stroked its fur. Then comes along a circus trainer with a big lump of raw meat and leather lash or ex-owner knocked at your door claiming back what’s his. And you just left to watch how they take away your dear pet and the most insulting moment is the one when the lion or tiger or cat breaks away from your hands holding them lovingly and runs to the promised pleasure&pain as if you never hold them, never stroked them, never fed them. One cannot make the leopard change his spots…the irony is that knowing this, we still keep trying…and they keep running away…
The irony of good intentions: they never look the same from the other side. He said: my sugar level is low. I said: go and eat something sweet urgently. He asked: are you thinking about yourself? Apparently I force to normalise sugar levels to avoid dealing with the hypoglycaemia. Just sigh and give up – who cares that you care…
The irony of being confident: it doesn’t make you secure. You can feel confident within yourself, but vulnerable with others. Confident in what you are doing for the others and indecisive about your own life.
The irony of everyday: yesterday you thought that it will be different, yet when tomorrow comes, he is still the same…stuck in a time loop with the illusion of time flying away…
I’m into opera today.
I’m loosing my will to write meaningful things. Mind refuses to think seriously. Maybe because later I have to live life seriously and mind does not accept any more of this bollocks.
Life is full of irony. She must’ve been always, only we tend to notice it when we’re hit by what flies off the fan…a good way to protect yourself is to disguise into smile…a smirk, perhaps, perhaps even at your very own self, but laugh loud, Paglaccio, and all will be well…as long as you laughing at yourself, that is.
Anyway, life is full of irony, whichever way you turn her. Imagine you domesticated a lion. Or a tiger. Or just a cat that you’ve found being left by her owners. You spend some time and efforts to make it trust you, to make it see a friend in you, you feed it off your palm and stroked its fur. Then comes along a circus trainer with a big lump of raw meat and leather lash or ex-owner knocked at your door claiming back what’s his. And you just left to watch how they take away your dear pet and the most insulting moment is the one when the lion or tiger or cat breaks away from your hands holding them lovingly and runs to the promised pleasure&pain as if you never hold them, never stroked them, never fed them. One cannot make the leopard change his spots…the irony is that knowing this, we still keep trying…and they keep running away…
The irony of good intentions: they never look the same from the other side. He said: my sugar level is low. I said: go and eat something sweet urgently. He asked: are you thinking about yourself? Apparently I force to normalise sugar levels to avoid dealing with the hypoglycaemia. Just sigh and give up – who cares that you care…
The irony of being confident: it doesn’t make you secure. You can feel confident within yourself, but vulnerable with others. Confident in what you are doing for the others and indecisive about your own life.
The irony of everyday: yesterday you thought that it will be different, yet when tomorrow comes, he is still the same…stuck in a time loop with the illusion of time flying away…
I’m into opera today.