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appreciation and depression

"Peter Pan balloon" by jservigna

Are the fogs too thick, or are our eyes the replicas of Oedipus, was this labyrinth too long, so long for it to become our home, the reality, which we so long to cheat. It is like the end, underground, a hundred wise, heroes of action, with triple A and S trophies would not be able to replenish this air, of de, oppression of our minds, brains dried out, and filled with green liquor.

Do teenagers need to live in prisons to feel the freedom, do we need to repeat 1939 to repent on our present thoughts. Do we need to burn the libraries to long for education, knowledge, do we need to break our limbs to feel the appreciation, do we need crush all the lights to regret the darkness we lured.

Is that the only way for us to step back from the cliff, still with tons of reasons to appreciate the view in front, the yellow paint on the blue canvas, the never-ending lines approaching the grains in front of the green forest.

Is the emergency room the only way to emerge to life, do our loved ones need to sacrifice for us, for us to accept the facts, the facts. Why is it that the people with one lung appreciate the air more, people with one arm, use the left one more, people with no family, love their family more.

Where did the promise fade away, that love is in the air, when the only thing we feel is toxic that fills our brains. What happened to the saying about the sun rising at dawn, when the only things rising are zombies evading the light, longing for the night.

What will happen tomorrow, some may know, I just hope, that the pill before the relief won’t consist of the dirt we spit, that the pain won’t be as high as we think we are.

happiness as it was, as it is, as it should be

"White Butterfly" by doug88888

Has the time changed our shape of hearts, is this warmth true warmth, I am sure this coldness is real.

The discovery and appreciation of fire that warmed our homes, cooked our food, protected us from predators and gave us light. Now, we neither appreciate it nor give a thought, a minute for it, while it still helps us keep our lives off the cliff. The bar has totally changed, the red part is overcome centuries ago, while we use every “free” source to fill up the additional part, when did the other part come. Not to mention rain, sunshine, plants, animals, snow, moonlight, and other things there translucent for us, waving for us, things that could fill up the red part and still fill the rest of it.

History may say that the colors were upgrading constantly through the passage of time but in the sense of happiness, the colors were rather fading away. A single day passed unharmed would bring safe dreams, a single meal to fill up our empty stomachs, a few sips of water to kill the thirst would ensure a warm day.

One could say, the times have changed, but the time is same, ticking by the second not changing its rhythm not changing its aim, but we change, and our change was more to the unfortunate. We can blame the Fall, we can blame other people, we can blame the whole history, our thirsts for easy industry. But blaming won’t change us to what we are supposed to be.

The wishes have changed from one single step to hundred miles, from one dog house, to a skyscraper, from a cup of water to artificial lakes. Basic needs are imaginative to our hearts extends. What was used to be is not anymore. Deliberate ignorance for the neighbouring countries that are in the same ball we float in. The word balance is used only for some financial statistics in the business world, that is fake and unbalanced like the world today itself.

What good is all the literature that is drowning in a vortex when we are living in a void with artificial rainbows. One should question if new words are ought to be written, while we are surrounded with libraries of books that are fading. Are all nobels, all poets, all lunatics. Like us following them.

Is the first flight of a butterfly still surrounded by the sun. Is the newborn baby walking alone. Does he hear the whisper of his loved one. Can the mother find her lost daughter. Is turning back the time possible for the boy regretting his actions. Who said you have to walk 100 miles, while one step is enough.

stairway to ibidem

"Bird Sky" by CubaGallery

The world as is today, a total paradise, erm, perdition, no. Why do we look like pieces from an experiment, why do we look like mices that have to find their own way between the walls that look like mirrors. Jealousy, selfish ambition, success, selfish defeat. We have it right inside of us, yet it is the furthest of in all the theory, melancholy.

Why isn’t everything so easy, smooth, why isn’t everything going as we willsh. Is there a destiny, fate, lines already created un-consciously, nu-consciously, for us to follow. Did the nobels just push us into the past future, into the cliff of sorrow.

My mom told me, i can be whatever i wish to be. And yet, i feel as my wish was already drawn at my forehead. I feel as my wish was already appointed and it is the driving force that is way ahead.

Yet, i accept the fact that it is my “heart”, my stairway, that is leading me to the never land. That is leading me to anywhere it wants to lead me. I sometimes feel as i am not the man, the hand that is feeding me, that there is something different that is breathing in me.

And yet, i follow it, without knowing anything about it, without saying hi to it. Do i have to reconcile, do i have to make him a king.

It feels like a another mystery left upon us, and who knows if we will get the answer, the approval. The key, the sword of the paladin to free us from the crawling beings that eat us, and the every thing around us.

Do i have to wake up from my pitiful dreams to see the crisis of mystery unleashed. The ultimate puzzle, the castle unconquered, the son unloved, the sun unloved. Do i have to wake up from my pitiful dreams to see the cries of misery, fake happiness. The time unchanged, the freedom rearranged, the movie rewinded, the people behind it

open your eyes to everything

"Cute baby!" by ilovecarolke

This, that, this and that… Open your eyes, don’t close it when the other thing comes which wasn’t the first thing you saw. Each and every offers the same teachings, guidelines, principles. It is just wrong when we don’t offer even a thought about them, it is just wrong if we close our door for other friends just because the friend we already have is good enough. Every human is same, although it’s not like i am comparing these two maybe incomparable things.

In Bosnia, we sometimes say, it’s all same, just with different cover, i bet there is this phrase in every part of this big precious ball we live in. I think that there are three stages to people’s opinions… the first one is when we don’t have any opinion about new things, second is we have our own opinions, and we d*** think that they are the “rightest” without any outer thought, and the third and last stage is when we have our opinions while being able to give an unbiased clear thought about different opinions, and of course transferring to it if we get it that it is right.

I’ll say it loud and clear, being in the second stage is poisonous, for us and the people around us, and the world today is pretty poisonous. I could now say, yes… it is not easy to do it, but i won’t… it is not Hard to do it. Like every new change we start, the part of creating that habit is the hardest, but we just have to do it, you’ll have to find your own way to start up your heart to control your mind for one millisecond and do it.

It is funny and sad. How if one group suggests one thing, and an other group the same thing, the followers of each group will believe more to their own groups, while denying the opposite groups. It has been like this for centuries. While, who may know. Maybe both of these groups are wrong.

the part when the world transitions

"Better times" by Hausstaubmilbe

The volcano has erupted. All the sufferings from this world started to clash on one each other, or it can seem that way. It can seem that it is too late sometimes, but even if it sounds hopeless i will tell you that the human heart can always be changed. Yes. Some may say the nature is mindless, plays on dice, but i will tell you.

Everything that surrounds us, has a reason, if not, than there are more reasons. What seems illogical doesn’t mean that it is purposeless, it is just that we can’t ignore the fog in the middle of the bridge. The reasons change as we change, they are like mirrors. Mirrors that are in pain, mirrors that want revenge.

It just started, and it can be worse, the planet, the world is reshaping itself, like a human has times of trouble which he overcomes to have joy. Peace can hardly be realized without the last clash, that makes it even for both, that closes the door of the past and lets us step on the world not as we know it, but wholly different in means of colors.

One cannot help other person if the person is not ready, ready to think through it, to accept it. Life is not short, it is the part we can see is short, but what we don’t see doesn’t mean it is not existing. It just started, but we can end it.

black clouds don’t have to exist

"Dirty Sky" by Luke Healey

Today, people’s lives are like ocean waves, it goes up and it goes down. You can pick every single opportunity you encounter and you will pick every threat you encounter. It is because you are not really the one who picks. People who get to the top and fall straight down, and people who flow with the wave in the middle lane are same, same in the colors of the heart.

The reason of people falling down, is the presence of hatred and his fruit revenge, the world was turning round and round in the principle of revenge through the past. We can’t see what is in the air, and if we don’t see anything it doesn’t mean that there is nothing.

As we feel hatred, as we show hatred, as we inflict hatred, the air fills up with more and more of revenge and it is the reason of everyone, including the innocent being hurt. It doesn’t fade away with new generations coming, it just sums up with the past clouds.

We can clear up the hatred in the air by clearing ourselves of hate that comes from time to time. The bigger hatred we feel, the easier we can get rid of it, because we know how painful it feels. By saying to the air, by saying it to god, i really want to get rid of this feeling, one by one, the day will come when no hatred will be felt nor born in us.