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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.

our friend, time

"Alice in Wonderland: No Time to Say Hello, Goodbye..." by Brandon Warren

Time, a passenger that is always there with us, sometimes invisible, sometimes visible, always inevitable, metaphysical it can be. Something we defined through realizations of nature, through realizations of us humans, outer and inner views. We can keep it in our hands, in our heads, in our minds to go forward, to go high, or it can build around us like a void that really was our creation, our lack of consistency with losing the sight of the mountain high.

We can blame it, reason it, other synonym it, but it doesn’t care, because it can paddle without us or it doesn’t have to paddle at all. By keeping it, by furnishing it, by embracing it, our boat can turn into a ship, our paddle can turn into a machine. By letting it go, disappear, don’t bother us, us? Our satisfactional desires, we will turn to our selfish selves, our rational selves and do the first sentence in this paragraph… it is enough.

Just like the dust sleeping in the air, in the bottom nor the top, feeling the slight “wind” with closed eyes, not caring at all, not caring of getting lost. But the dust, time, we must take at hand, grow together, be the friend, be the benchmark for the success, or flight for the art.

As you read, do you care, if the time that is at your hand, is thrown over the hills or below the flame, that you may know by the boring voices, where you responded with I know it all. In the end we watch the past, turn the past pages, and realize, why didn’t I listen, I mean why did I only look at the pictures that were easier where in fact they are the reasons of dismissing the important memories that later turn to stu*** reasons.

But it is not late, the passenger is forever and still here, in the car that which we still and forever may drive, be it fast or be it slow, please just don’t be it reverse that mostly unfortunately is. Even if the hole is deep and can be deeper, which you don’t want to be but have to do, driven by the cursed desires, like a webbed slave controlled by the first move, to take the magical thing that turned to be by a witch rather than a fairy which you thought, which the circumstances made it the only choice to rejoice… but the sun is still up.

You drive it from here, not letting go of the passenger, helping him, helping you, to drive to the furthest, to drive to the limit of the purpose, even if it can bother, even if it can be sweet to blame, in the end it is our decision, wrong move, black pictures that our eyes see, that we thought were bright, don’t let your sentences regarding the past start with why didn’t I, let them be, it is good that I.

the distorted world, naturally lost cocoons and wannabe butterflies

"The World Turned Upside Down" painted by Pieter Brueghel; photo by Martin Beek

Monday again, the boring ride begins in the shade wishing for once to be in the light, where we can feel the sun shine bright. Life, choosing the way to survive to the end of the road, some following the intuition to colour it by its own, to finish it faster, yeah I chose the right choice, I think I did, yes I did, it is late, I am already in.

Am I really in, you don’t ask, you don’t know, the only thing you wish for is the other thing, the thing that you never had, the other choice you haven’t decided to pick. It is all so distorted I don’t know what the right thing is even if I know that I am on the right island. Is it this or is it that, lets just close the eyes and walk straight, there is still time, I can check.

I think this is right, I feel good about this, I really do, but i am young and mature or I just live the wishes. I can’t take the ropes on this journey to go back to the safe point, it is not easy, so many choices, take the boring, wait, is it boring or is it only the front page I can see, that one has more colors, I can’t take them both.

Feel the wind, this is great, I feel the sunshine, and there is no gray. This is where I am supposed to be, this where I feel safe in, though I don’t see the end, I want no end. Who made this road, I keep saying it is me, am I that great or is there a player who is controlling me, knowing me, creating for good and the bad for me, driving the car to the rainbow, to the top to make a harder drop.

I made a mistake, it ain’t just me, I want to get out of my body, watch the sides, no man alone could have made it this far. I lived a dream that has turned to a nightmare, because there was no share and no feelings for left backs. The world is bigger than I thought I could think. It ain’t no planets and a black universe, what we don’t see is what we must feel and what we feel is what we must see.

Is it really boring or is it just the wish to check the unknown, even if you don’t know anything. Don’t follow the cleaned roads, nor create your own, check the heart and use your mind to move it in the safe point, feel the distortion in every portion of this forest where the colors are all reverse, let the empty be the new full, and just don’t mix the black with the little white.