Posts in Thoughts

We spend our whole lives trying to arrive at certain understandings and realizations, through our minds. Before we truly feel these things with our entire being, we need to go through something... to hit our heads with something heavy... Suddenly, today I realized that we all play this Matrix game way too seriously. We’ve gotten so absorbed in life, that we’ve started to live it as a game... I take myself too seriously, I’ve become attached to this mask. Why?

A new wind blows. Constantly. It softly whispers, sometimes crying out in despair. I want to step onto the dangerous path of the unknown, but one of freedom. I will have to lose much. I want to go forward. But I don’t want to lose. Yet, one can never acquire something without losing something.

Every time in moments of despair, when pain and death fade from my thoughts and feelings, during the brief moments of quiet, I find the strength only to shout to the Universe, "Help me!" and ask it the short question, "Please, show me why I have been given THIS trial, what should I endure from it, what should I understand?"

Whenever you do something good, of course, your heart rejoices that someone is feeling better, that someone received help. Then, of course, it rejoices because the help came from you.

I meet them on my way. Worlds fly past me — parallel, not perpendicular. We do not intersect with them. It's me who is ready to be flexible and meet. They are also ready to meet, but they don’t know how to part. They are afraid of parting. That’s why they never meet. With me.

You know, I don’t always behave “properly.” Who wrote these rules? And why do I hear that “my love” isn’t the way it’s supposed to be?

I agree that it's important to take into account the rules established within the "husband-wife" system (oops, got a bit complicated there, let's simplify). If it's established that "left" is just as natural as "right," then no complaints are accepted.

Men often complain that there are no real women left these days. Women, in turn, complain that there are no real men anymore. And yet both men and women might very well be "real" within the framework of their own gender (awkward wording, perhaps, but at least the meaning is clear).

Sometimes, in a surprising way, you start to understand the meaning of songs that have long been sung for you. Only during their life did their meaning somehow slip away from you. Because of a lack of life experience.

One day, after parting, still experiencing the remnants of the fading love… Cherishing glimpses of magical memories, like the warm light of the last rays of the sun in September… Rising on the wave of sensations again and again, warming oneself with the fragments of sensory memories of touches…