If this is supposed to be a wave to ride through the storm, it must’ve been a tsunami…at least it feels like one…the grasping for the air, the tears, the crazy driving through the night until the pills take effect….I cannot recognise me anymore…what happened to that strong me...where is I... they say if I would have a heart, it would've been broken by now...my heart is a stone...I carry a stone within…it pulls me down with his weight so strong I don’t seem to be able to move my feet to move forward…the illusion of being disintegrated into gazillion of molecules…each burnt and scattered about…like a beam-transporter in Star Track series…”ENERGIES"” and off you go dispersed into Space…what will you get on the other end when re-assembled back – you never know…surprise me with the new you…
I can’t even start to define me yet…the reality around me itself needs re-defining…words don’t follow the meanings…people do not stick to the definitions…friends are friends when they need you, and strangers when you need them…I love you means something else…trust downgraded to the single object - you…can we really rely on anyone?...can we be sure that when we need it, we will get the right amount of help?..I am not saying that one should not be proactive and just wait until the “bless” will fall down on them from the skies above…but should you ALWAYS live as if there will be no one for you in your time of need, which, in case if there will be, you will take it as a nice surprise?...not necessary, but welcomed. You see, I used to think that how we treat the others, we get treated the same way…somehow this theory doesn’t prove itself anymore…does this make me disappointed? Not as much as bitter to the truths of life I choose not to notice before…I suppose I can say I’ve been looking at the world through the rose-colored glasses…silly little piglet…
Ok, time for the positive story for today…( you are your own responsibility, dear)
1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost . . . I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in . . . it's a habit.
My eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5.
I walk down another street.
I can’t even start to define me yet…the reality around me itself needs re-defining…words don’t follow the meanings…people do not stick to the definitions…friends are friends when they need you, and strangers when you need them…I love you means something else…trust downgraded to the single object - you…can we really rely on anyone?...can we be sure that when we need it, we will get the right amount of help?..I am not saying that one should not be proactive and just wait until the “bless” will fall down on them from the skies above…but should you ALWAYS live as if there will be no one for you in your time of need, which, in case if there will be, you will take it as a nice surprise?...not necessary, but welcomed. You see, I used to think that how we treat the others, we get treated the same way…somehow this theory doesn’t prove itself anymore…does this make me disappointed? Not as much as bitter to the truths of life I choose not to notice before…I suppose I can say I’ve been looking at the world through the rose-colored glasses…silly little piglet…
Ok, time for the positive story for today…( you are your own responsibility, dear)
1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost . . . I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in . . . it's a habit.
My eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5.
I walk down another street.