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недеља, 15. октобар 2017.

Time travellers

Time is powerful  ally-it can make you forget. Time is powerful enemy-it can make you forget. It can make you stop caring. It can make you start caring.

Time is a good friend - it can give you opportunity. And it's even worse enemy as it takes away those opportunities quickly.

Time makes love fade, whether you like it or not. Time also make love appear where you don't except it..

What an enemy time is - makes it easy for everyone to forget you. The worse enemy when you are waiting. The best friend when you do want to forget. The best friend when you don't want to care anymore.

We all say we have no time, never realizing that you don't own the time, you just spend it, wasting it or using it.

Because we all do and don't have the time. It gets into our hands. It brings hope. Then it escapes from our hands along with that hope if we don't take them.

We all know time is slow while we are waiting and fast when it passes. Overwhelming feelings, good or bad, make it stop, make it lost forever. And it always stop because of someone else, we alone don't have power to stop it. It is always someone else who controls our universe and the time in it. Heartbreaks and skipped heartbeats stop it. Even when it finally starts moving forward again, we relieve that moments that last forever.



There is a point in life when we all have time we want to relive. But we can't. The point in life when  we gather bad memories we wish time took away, but it can't.

There is always someone we wish time will get us. Or get us back. No matter who we have beside us, we often hope time will get someone better. Until we meet someone who stops the time. God knows we wish we had power to bring time back if we are unlucky to loose those people.

God  knows we all wish to come the times where we will get her or him who we wan't. Well, time to grab someone you want and need is always-now! Any other time might be late. Too much time will make someone unreachable. Unavailable. Think much and you will loose.

Time comes in life when you realize you won't ever have what and who you wanted. That is the beauty of time-that fear of missing out on thing and people can motivates us to act. Or, when we are scared, to regret.

Scary and amazing as it is, time will pass. Make it not pass in vain.

петак, 18. август 2017.

Roads

Sometimes, you think you are going somewhere, and all of the sudden, journey is over. You are nowhere where you want to be, wondering - where you go next?

Sometimes all roads are done, leaving you with no clue where to go next. No doors open, no ladder to climb; sometimes you stare at opstacles, not able to avoid them.

Sometimes all the roads you want to go are closed. All you ever want to be at is not reachable; all the steps you have to take to get there are not available. Sometimes all you can do is watch your dreams in a distance, unable to get them, staring empty as they move away, even further.

Sometimes you look at the moon. You want to reach it. But you can't. So you waint, untill one day you find its reflection in the lake. You reach for it, and you drown.

Sometimes you know you need to go, but you don't know where. You end up asking yourself - where I want to go? No response. Just pale face in the mirror staring at you.

Sometimes there are no bridges to connect you to ones youu want to connect; sometimes those want to be with pased those same bridges that now separate you; torn roads apart, torn you apart.

Sometimes there is a light at the end of a tunnel, and sometimes you enter a tunnel with no exit so you have to come back through the same dark of the tunnel to the place where tou started.



Sometimes you climb a mountain- the view is always better on the top of it. But will you like the view? Will you like seeing another mountain, higher, with worse path to the top, darker woods with more danger? Will you be willing to climb it, just to get a better view? Will the view from the current mountain you are be worth something, knowing there is a better view? Will that view be enough, or you will seek for more?

Do we know where we actually want to be? Are we capable of admitting such a thing to ourselves? Should we even care or just let it al happen? How much do we control, and how much is destiny, luck, fate, gods.. ? Are we allowed to be sad when we are not what we want to be, knowing we will eventually get where we want to get?

I don't know, guess it is up to each one of us to find out. We just need to wait, no matter how scary, lonely or hard it gets.

уторак, 08. август 2017.

Holding on and letting go

It doesn't matter what we want - when we get it, we want something else.
It doesn't matter what we are hurt about - when we replace it, it is like it has never been there.
It doesn't matter what we miss - when we loose something else, we don't miss the same.

Finding love means a lot of wrong past loves and a lot of broken hearts for just one that makes you happy. And the one you will make happy. Finding those you call friends means holding on to those who do not deserve it only to discover a few of them then you should continue holding on.

Leting things go makes room for new things, even though letting go hurts. It also hurts to find out you have been left go off. As much as it pleases you to know someone is holding on to you, knowing that you are no longer needed hurts more.



We should always know when to hold on to something, and when to let it go, even thought it is hard.
Change is scary, that is why we hold on to past - it is safe, it is familiar. Sometimes we let go of thing and that make us loose our path. That makes room for new things. Recognize the time to free yourself.

When you are trapped, when you don't know wheter it hurts more to hold on or let go, the answer is hidden within your fear. We see people in disfunctional relationships, cheating on each other, arguing, begging each other to stay or say "I love you" when they don't feel it or understand if they feel it, all in fear of letting go things that they should have been done with a long time ago.

But it will be OK - there will once be no need to let go of things we care. Just wait. You'll see.


петак, 30. јун 2017.

Disposables

How many times can you say "I love you" before it becomes useless to say? Or needless? And to how many people? And among those people, how many of them are your lovers?

How many sunsets you skip, thinking you'll have enough of them, before it's too late? Before you start running out of time and short on number of remaining sunsets?

How many friends do you have? Will you be friends with them when you move to other city? Will you love them? Will they be there for you, and are they now?  Can you tell them just about everything? Everything that is hurting you? Or are they those who hurt you the most? Do you care about their flaws? Or their flaws hurt but you are too hypocrite to tell them? Too afraid, no courage? But still judging the others for the same flaws.



Can you see your flaws? How many of them? Why won't you change something about them? Are you judging the others for those flaws?

Do you think you are better then others? Based on what? Does that superiority expire? Until when will you be thinking of you as better one? Can someone become better than you? Until when? Do you judge people because you are "better"?

How long can you do the right thing just because you are supposed to? Even though you despise that.

Never did someone think of helping you. Wrong, they will help, should you ask. Until when? Do you run out of times people want to help you for free?

How many kilometres can love stand? How much time? The same as friendship? Or more? Less? Depending on what? How long do you think you'll be thinking it is worth of all of it? Does the time condemn us all?

How many times have you wished you are someone else? Did you do something about it? Is there a limited number of times you try to change yourself? And your life. And the other lives.

Is happiness disposable? Will you run out of it? Run out of luck. Is sorrow disposable? So when it expires, it is gone forever and you will stay happy. Is it? Does it work that way?

What is the next thing in your life that you will run out of?

четвртак, 01. јун 2017.

Something we hold on to

We always hold on to something - gods, kings, better tomorrows... Do we need that? Do we really need to believe in something great that justifies our sacrifies?

We work today to ensure better future, better tomorrow. It makes us feel better about time we spent doing nothing that pleasures us in order to gain things that will make us happy, safe and secured in the future.

Or hold on to a youth, being aware that future will take it away, fearing that we will spend it in vain.

Hold on to tradition as we think it defines us.



We all fear death, more or less, so we hold to all the gods with stories that relieve us from that fear.. We hold on to them, we need them to make us feel safe. Furthermore, that faith prevents us from feeling bad if we do nothing fun with our lives - "yeah, I maybe am kinda missing out on great stuff in the life, but, you know, God will reward me and I will have plenty of pleasures later". That may or may not be true but that puts life in the same cycle - never having a fear of regrets. Life is always better when you are aware that you will someday run out of time, so you also work hard to spend it as good as you can, aware of downs being just a step to good ups waiting for you.

We look up to someone, thinking of him as a better of us, more worthy, someone we strieve to be, hopefully, one day.

And we need to identifie ourselves with larger groups' successes - sports teams we route for, national teams, singers, you name it, to feel better about ourselves.

Yes, we all do hold on to something - love, money, leaders, fears... What if that breaks? What is going to happen when our faith brakes? Our love is no longer a love? When someone's love that was our light just stops? When leaders start to be leaded or worse, were never leaders but deceivers? When time we invested in future was for nothing? When we are not awarded?

What about that, what then?