Just a thought...

You won't run away from yourself. The Self will always haunt you, no matter how much you will try to become someone else. During our lifetimes, we'll meet people, learn from your mentors, copy your peers...But if we're honest, we will find yourself over and over again: ''Although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it...'' H.Hesse ''Siddhartha''. However, life can bring many anxieties; it can clutter the brain and make you lose your way. So how do you calm your soul and reborn again? Is it through meditation that you find amity? Or is it creative work that brings salvation? ''Through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature'' H. Hesse ''Siddhartha''. And I think we will all agree that experience brings knowledge and knowledge brings peace. So, I wish everyone to learn from life, from mistakes and to understand yourself, so that the future would seem strong, interesting and manageable.

Little girls

I saw a little girl arguing with her mother the other day. I watched them through a window in a cafe, while outside on the street the woman was trying to calm the child. 'But I don't understand why?' - Girl was moaning. You could feel the strong character of this so innocently looking creature, who by that point already had the mother on her knees. 'It's just the way it is' - Her hushed voice didn't have a chance. 'But WHY?!' - A few passerby turned their heads. 'Listen, I don't know. It's just the way it is. Girls have to work harder than boys and that's it. Ask your father when we come home!' - After a fast adrenaline rush, mother finally got the strength to drag the child away.

My thoughts drifted away. How many people all over the world feel exactly the same? Will it always stay like this? The coffee was finished, I collected my stuff. I suppose, as long as we have little girls with such determination, we shouldn't worry about the future too much...

Back to Basic

I get up, I sit and stare through the window, I smell the Autumn, the rain, the brightness mixed with the gray patches of despair. A sorrow longing for something meaningful hits the center of the mind ''Should I go to Dame Street and join the protest?'', ''Should I clean my wardrobes, get rid of all that stuff, that's chocking my existence?''. Life got so cluttered, so stuffy, my soul is crying for basic right of being heard. And today I'll listen to it...Today I will go back to basics and start fresh. And even the quiet creeping of death, that's taking over our surroundings, won't kill the pure joy of a new morning. ''With a new day comes a new beginning...''