Found this video this morning and I quite identify myself with it. I’m sure I’m not the only one… Cliché or not, but I think the School of Life got it right this time too…Enjoy the thinking.
As I was traveling on the clouds of Worakls, I realized that many times I was in somebody else’s story. How did I get there? What am I doing here, participating and noding my head peacefully while somebody else is writing my story? The wrong story. With lies and fake promises.
Dear stranger, thinking that you are a master manipulator and everything is working out as you planned is nothing but also one of your cheap lies. These strangers are cheap people, and you deserve nothing, but each other.
As I was traveling on the clouds of Worakls, I realized that the next decision is slowly showing itself. From this amorphous fluid is contouring something touchable, something sustainable…
Is this what I want? Is this where I am going? I don’t know yet, because I am still on the surface… On the surface of the fluid, swimming, trying not to drown. Because to go the deeper, I will have to hold my breath…To write this story, I will have to go deeper inside. But it will be my story now.
Recently discovered this song and I think the video made for this song is perfectly reflecting it.
As I was first listening to it, I felt instant calmness, somehow it gave me the stillness which I feel, when everything is calm around me.
Watching the video only empowered this feeling… Somehow, if it exists, I can imagine heaven like this. Light and stillness, warm and calmness. It is not a place for me, but a state. A state of mind, a state of soul? Who knows? For me… Going inside, wondering around the maze, in the depth of it… What will I find? What will I feel? What will it be like?
As I listen to this song, I can feel that the closure is getting near… I can almost touch it… This light…Inside…Heaven.
Lewis Carroll in his novel, the famous Alice’s adventures in Wonderland writes:
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”
Yesterday I saw as a title of an advertisement “…to live a simple life”… and I wondered, how is it? How is the simple life? And how to live it? Do you want a simple life? Or let’s keep it complicated?
If you had a world of your own, how would it be? If your life could be as you want it to be, how would it be?
Where to begin? I don’t even know…How would the world be? Where would you be in it? Where would you live? Somewhere warm or somewhere cold? At the sea or up high in the sky? At the countryside or in the urban jungle? Would you live in a cozy house or huge palace? Skyscraper or wooden bungalow? What would be the furniture like? Classic wood, modern metal? Minimalism in the blooming or baroque at its finest? Would you want a big penthouse, a castle or a whole building? Or would you feel safe in a small home, maybe no need of walls? Would it be filled with light or you prefer the darkness? Shades of grey or colorful bliss? Be one with the nature? Live outside, under a tree?
In this life of yours , tell me, who would you be? Would you be young or would you be wise? Would you be an adult or maybe stay as a child? Would you be a girl or would you be a guy? Male or female? Would you rather be gender neutral? Trans? Straight or would you like to experiment the same sex sex? Gay? Bisexual? Or no sex, at all?
Would you like to work or just have hobbies? Travel the world or stay at home? Paint or write or do some crafts? Would you cook or rather fine dine? Would you party or just in the head? Conversations or no words at all? Friends, enemies to make it whole? A big family or rather on your own?
Do you want a partner in this life? Soulmate or something physical? Hot or smart? Maybe both? To satisfy your needs or no need at all? Maybe looks doesn’t matter? Maybe what’s inside that counts. Intellectual or dreamer? Who would first die?
Tell me, stranger, what would it be like? If you could choose, without restriction, what would your world be like?
Nonsense like in the novel?
Or would you feel it with sense?
Could you fill it with sense?
52 óra ügyelet után másra sem vágytam, minthogy beverjem otthon a fejem a párna sarkába… Hosszú volt, de felejthetetlen.
Izoláltan, mint valami poszt- apokaliptikus világ filmbéli helyszínén, a szilveszteri vacsorát a klinika zárt osztályán, a kezelőben fogyasztottuk el, éjfélkor pedig a parkolóban koccintottunk…gyerekpezsgővel. Valahol meghitt volt az egész. Szerettem. Teljesen más volt, mint eddig bármilyen kórházi élményem…
Az ember azt hinné, hogy így “ünnepekkor” a kórházak is konganak az ürességtől, de sajnos nem ez a realitás. Öngyilkossági kísérlet, alkoholista családi perpatvar után, drogos szilveszteri buliból, pszichótikus epizód…a pszichiátria egész palettája felsorakozott az év utolsó és az új év első napján…
Hosszú volt, de felejthetetlen. Ilyenkor elgondolom, hogy mennyire szenvedhet az az ember, aki végső elkeseredettségébe a kórházba menekül.
De ez nem döntés. Meg kell értenünk, hogy a pszichés betegség pontosan erről szól, hogy az ember nem így döntött. Nem jókedvéből jön a sürgősségire, hanem mert szenved. Mert segítségre van szüksége, mert fél, mert nincs más hely ahova mehetne… Ez a kétségbeesettség ébresztőként kell hasson a tudatunkra és a lelkünkre. Tudnunk kell, a betegség nem ismer Ünnepet.
Hosszú volt, de felejthetetlen. Hazafelé gyönyörű, tiszta idő volt, havazott… Az év első havazása.