• Abyss of thoughts

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me. I pretend that is so wonderful to wake up and look through the window. I’m thinking about the relativity of that same happiness and I realize that I can only rely on my own. Nobody else will hand me over happiness. Behind that, there’s always some hidden intention, unfortunately, so today I say that it doesn’t exist, that there’s honesty in everyone and everything. I pretend that this world is full of love and that there’s something worth living, that there’s no unnecessary hatred and unreasonable condemnation. We all deserve to be loved the way we are, and…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    The secret of happiness and peace of mind is connecting with people

    The secret of happiness and peace of mind is connecting with people. Relationships with people and connecting on multiple levels. One kind of love as a thread that unites people. We cannot have a quality life if we don’t have quality relationships with people. If we don’t have someone in our life to rely on or build a healthy relationship we cannot have quality life. That’s the most important thing. Why? Because love is an alternative to loneliness. How many of them wander lonely, with empty looks, empty souls, with a feeling of misunderstanding, delusion, feeling invisible. It’s never known for sure how it affects them and what consequences they…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    Duality – so ambiguous word

    Duality-so ambiguous word, indeed. It’s probably more than that, too broad a notion to polemicize about it, to define it, but not for its establishment. How to establish a strong belief about it, when attitudes, like opinions and views of people, change and always are for a nuance more accurate or not? We look at each other by analyzing who is double-faced, who isn’t, why they’re like that, how’s that possible, whether they are what they’re representing to be or faces distort when the masks fall. We analyze the acts, we count changes, we collect little things, but we take away the reasons for them, not knowing that someone’s doing…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    You scrape the surface, and below the surface – even larger one

    You read people like you were born for it, so clear that the surface from which you instinctively run becomes transparent. You’ve always been attracted to everything that’s hidden and never discovered. You never wanted to touch what’s below. And again, people are your bait that stretches your palate, so you have no choice but to swallow them. You read them so well as if you had written their lives long before they wrote their pages themselves. Life never prepared you for it, but in the depths of your soul, you always knew that you were predetermined for a much bigger and deeper mystery of this world and that it’s…

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    We will become only a photograph

    We grow up. So quickly and seamlessly, life passes before our eyes as a black and white photograph in some virtual form, too detailed, yet blurred and empty. That kind of photo we would always remember, keep, and remove dust from it. Alive and too important, worth everything and filled with everything that we are, all that we haven’t been, all that we wanted to become. It includes all those people who have either been a lesson or a gift, all those dark nights and days filled with true happiness, years of experiences, success, failure, discovering ourselves at different times as different people, but essentially the same. That photo has…

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