Game of cards

Treat every experience as a learning experience. Be grounded to admit your flaws and learn from them, but also persistent and confident enough to surpass adversarial conditions and fulfil your dreams. Believe in yourself, and try to objectively see when it's just a game of cards*. 

* "You're nothing but a pack of cards!" (Alice in Wonderland)

Meditation

One side is yours and the other is mine. The sea within. I can hear you and I can hear me and therefore I am aware these two sides exist. I understand and respect your point of view. I appreciate you being honest. I really do.

I wish you get to know me. I wish I get to know you. "If you never try, you never know".

I'm a spectator. Having seen a beautiful city which has been torn down by a tornado in an instant. I see it right in front of my eyes. What's my reaction? What would YOUR reaction be? I don't feel like saying anything. I cannot say anything. Is it because I have to accept some things are not up to me? Is it because that's all there is? I don't know. But it doesn't seem fair. Not in a remorse-sort-of-way, rather in a world-equilibrium sort of way. -- How can our so different opinions coexist? --

In the end, it seems I'm more selfish than I thought I am. I'm thinking it's so beautiful that it's a pity it all goes down the drain, but it seems it's a pity just from my perspective. I should spread it around such that it doesn't become a pity for the whole world.

One side is yours and the other is mine. It's a pity we're not on the same side. But trust me, for me it was just as real.

Azi e luni

Everyone's driven by something.

Waiting is easier when you know it's not infinite.

Sometimes your feelings are so beautiful, so indescribably beautiful, that you feel it's a sin not to share them. Yet it's also a sin to share them with people that would miss the beauty of what's being shared. We must carefully choose people we share emotions with, as if we would pass on a family treasure.

So then, what do we do with all these beautiful stories to tell that nobody can listen? I know: we keep a little part in ourselves, because it makes us who we are. Then we spread the rest into the world: the ash flies to people whom we do not know, but who will feel the magic of the story without being able to pinpoint it. You know, when you close your eyes and smile at the sun, you've probably been touched by such a story.

Because, as we all know, where there's ash there was once fire.

Coincidence

"Why don't you start by being honest?"
"I've never told anyone.."
"Maybe you should"

It's not me who invented this beautiful exchange of lines. It's the beginning of "The reader" trailer. But I'm always shattered by this dialogue's simplicity, beauty and honesty. The kind of honesty that sends shivers down your body.

Honesty is a prerequisite for talking to yourself. For really understanding yourself. As Ionesco said, you cannot paint if you're not ready to be extremely honest. So you were asking me when does inspiration come for me to paint? Only when I manage to be very honest with myself. So honest that I let my arm free to draw exactly what's on my mind. As Jay Jay says, we'd rather believe it's coincidence. But it's not a coincidence that I painted you.

Jay Jay Coincidence

Fair trade

I'm wondering which of my molecules makes me write this post. I'm not saying "my molecules" out of exaggerate possessiveness,  it's rather because I'm truly referring to the molecules forming the synapses between those neurones deciding writing this post is worth the time. Yes, it's you 3 I'm talking about.

I can see how a path highlights and then another one. Right now, though, I'm not interested why one or the other highlights, which I already know. I just want to know how I can trade, trade between me and myself. Can you trade a bunch of molecules for others? It's fair trade, pair-wise: instead of remembering x and forgetting y, I want to remember y and forget x. See, it's the same actions, you just change the set of molecules. I see it as a very fair process.

I'm being very reasonable. See, since it's my molecules, they do whatever I tell them to do. But instead of being so authoritarian, I'm offering to trade! You cannot get more reasonable than that, trust me. 

Rome wasn't built in a day

hei hei hei

Face emptied of any expression

Fighting our own little fatal obsessions, removing them one at a time, face emptied of any expression. Then we pretend the scar that remains goes back to when I was a kid and I stumbled while running to get the ball.

lustig bist du

du bist lustig. zu lustig.

keine Angst. and if reality makes too much sense, be worried. 

"Fericirea adevărată e totdeauna o clipă. Mai multă n-ar putea îndura firea omului..."

Good red wine

Say we can visualize each individual's freedom up to molecule level, in clouds filling the space. There's only so much volume and we shouldn't use more, should we? We shouldn't. Of course, air is volatile and people are kind, understanding and flexible. Still, in this setting, I shouldn't and I cannot take your steps for you. My cloud is nevertheless enough and I can dance farther from its comfortable center, closer to these imprecise limits. I can gently smile while dancing and come closer. And then I can almost feel and draw and connect molecules from your cloud.

Autumn leaves are falling so gently and peacefully that I know I've found myself. And steps in a dance are like a good red wine: you have to give it time.

Non-random thought

You're too much for me Ennis. I wish I knew how to quit you.

The way there

Let me take you to a place you've never been. I like to see it as a very nice place, with trees and a river and.. but let me not tell you too much already. We have to take this first street on the right and continue across the bridge. By the way, how is Berlin? Last time I visited it was full of charm :) Ah, there's more sun now. Yes, I wanted to go to some summer lazy electro music festivals, but somehow didn't make it this year. Oh, we must turn left here, on this wooden bridge. I must confess though that winter was not bad either. I like white .. white in general, yes. You got me with the bike, did you know it? White gives you a clean state of mind, peace, or you name it. That's why I bought white chairs and divider. On a white background it's easier to spot ideas. Yup, straight ahead here. We must make way through the branches. At least the sand is soft and the stones are polished. I know you wouldn't complain, but it will get a bit cooler. This explains why only feathered creatures live here. In the winter they're skiing and in the summer they're painting. One, for example, has started working on a painting this winter. The weird thing is that it was painting while skiing, which distracted it from actually knowing it was painting at the same time. But, as the sun started shining more and more, it started seeing the painting it was creating. At some point, it would have been hard not to notice it. You see it? It's that one there, in the middle of the plain. Precisely, it's hard not to see it. You want to take a closer look? It's a stone painted there. I could feel the stone in my throat and when I swallowed it, it started bouncing. 

Found

My phase of being alone but not lonely.

Silence of the day

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”

― Elbert Hubbard

There is this unlayered world..

"You are alone but that's okay, we're all alone" (Tove Jansson)

http://www.tor.com/blogs/2010/04/daq-talks-moomins

three

I like it when it's sunny cuz I can wear sunglasses
I like it at night cuz I can breath
and you

haiku

"i saved most of this
cookie for you. it’s good and
i’m very hungry."

bitter sweet disappointment.. so, so disappointed! :(