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среда, 18. децембар 2019.

Broken promises

One good decision is better than a thousand apologies. And one honest hug would make things a thousand times better than a thousand lying words...

What do you do when you have reached the end? Or better yet, where is the end? How low should you fall to feel like you had enough? When is the fight not worth fighting anymore?

We keep on listening to a brave and comforting words- you will make it through, you are strong, the storm will pass and better days are ahead.

No mattet how bad you feel, you can always stick to it saying "well, at least I have something".

Well, I am here to tell you- do not let something be enough! Do not hold on to a hope of fixing broken things- broken relationships, broken friendships, broken promises. Do not hold on to traitorous friends, lying love partners, do not cling on bad jobes and do not hope to change people- people, at the and of the day, will be what they are.

Know who is worth of you and do not be afraid to cut ties with those who are not. Do not attach to idea of fixing everything because it sometimes cannot be done.

There comes the point when you will have it just enough; when you will be betrayed and broken, left alone and without support. There comes the time when you make a choice- a choice to leave it all behind.

Yes, the future is scary, but do not hold on to familiarity of the past just because you are scared.

Be awere- it will be hard to do it. Yes, you would still adore the city you lived in. You would miss your family. You would have a friend or two that you would wish you could talk to in person. People will too miss you. You would have a unfinished love story or two. You would miss some kisses and you will regret not hugging some more.

But at the end of a day, you are detoxing from a harm that is done to you. Surely change will not come over night. Surely, you may be seeing some people for the last time. But leaving behind loneliness, fear, every "no" that should have been "yes", every discomfort and broken heart, every promised eternity that was cancelled on the first problem is worth it.

We all think we will be there for each other for ever, but you never know who you had last beer with.

We all sometimes hit the bottom. We get stood up. We all sometimes feel the greatest love we ever felt for those who do not give a thing about us.

So we need to go....

It is better to cross the line and suffer the concequences than to stare at the line for the rest of your life.

And you go back to being strangers. 

уторак, 11. јун 2019.

What you won't have

It is said a long time ago- it is a terrible thing to have and then not to..That alone is true but what of what you will not ever have? It is said that you should never say 'never', but that really is a catch.

That traps you. That gives you a hope. A hope that sometime along the way things that you want will happen. That what only takes is for a time to pass and then things will work out magically. You just need to hang in there.

However, we should all be aware- there are things we will never have. Not today, not tomorrow, not ten years after. Call it 'not meant to be' if you will.

That is true. Not all of us will or should have everything- it is only natural. But the catch is that we all want what we do not have. That is a curse of a man kind, that is a curse of our consciousness- we could say that we are satisfied and happy with what we have, but deep down, we want what is not ours, or even more, what is not ours to have. That makes us think less of treasures we have and once we loose it, it is true, we want it again because it is shinier now.

Blessed are those who can enjoy all they have for a long time. The longer the time, the happier we are. Smart people are both blessed and cursed with their thoughts and minds- the let us enjoy live on many more different ways but let us suffer more for what we know there is but we cannot have.

Not always do we suffer, but we always have that envy part that could hope for more. That trick of mind is a consequence of our desire to improve, to make our life better. We all should learn to love things just the way they are.

That desire for more is the same as of that story about monkey and the moon.



There was a monkey that wanted to touch a moon. Every night, a monkey would look at the moon and envy it. That shining ruler of a night sky, so beautiful and unreachable. A monkey would climb tallest trees of tallest mountains to catch it, to touch that beauty. But no luck.

One day, monkey saw a reflection of a moon at the lake. He was so happy, he ran to grab it, but only only ended up in the cold water full of  death, trying to escape its madness.

The trick of life is not to drown in such attempts as they will always be there. Trick is to love  and not just say you love what you have.

People learn to live with it. People go on. People move on.

Well..

Some do..

But not all of us..

субота, 23. март 2019.

Part of the journey is the end

Just one walk by a river. One look across the city.

One beer with you. By the river. One coffee. A tea. One more time at the hoop.

Just another life advice from you. One casual talk, and one serious talk. One problem solved. One more challenge.

To sit by a river and watch it flow one more time. Alone. And with you. All of you.

One more drunken party. One more adventure. One more trip. Or at least, one crazy plan for a trip. A bottle of wine. A night out.

One kiss with you. First kiss. Last kiss. One hug. To grab your hand one more time. One kiss at the cheek, one kiss at the forehead and at your hand and shoulder.

To realize I loved you again, and feel that from you again.

One more talk before a sleep. One more argument with you. One more walk to a different part of  a city to grab a lunch. One last meal with you. To feel the smell of your hair.

A bowl of popcorn.

Pointless card game.

To watch another basketball game.

To enjoy at your company. And at silence with you. Beside you. One talk on the phone with you. One text. One tear. Mine and yours.

To feel you.

To sleep like I slept when I was a boy..

One last time..

Give me that.

среда, 13. март 2019.

Farewell to the world

What really hurts are the things you will never get to say.

Some words only have a value at the specific moment. When you miss on the chance of saying them, you will regret it forever. Even if you do get a chance again, they could be not even close to being powerful enough as they could once be.

Maybe what is unspoken is similar to what is not done in our lives; when we have unfinished wishes, we regret them, we think about them and we feel sorry we missed our chance with them. The same goes for words- we are killing ourselves for not speaking, we recreate situations during which we were supposed to say those words, in our mind, at least, and we are hunted by those words until we move on.

It is easy to break things, easier than to build them. And good things do fall apart to make way for better things, right? But what is harder at times than building a thing is a moving on from a broken thing.

Such experiences are the source of important words we need to say out loud or be hunted by if not. Unspoken words are a whole in our chest that hurt us; that cripple us..

It is a hard thing to look at your broken effort. It is hard not to regret it, not to morn and not to speak about it. It is even harder to say out loud words that will never reach who you want them to reach.

Not always are we satisfied with the outcome of the effort. Not always are we satisfied with what we got after trying really hard for really long.

It is hard to take a journey and not get where you wanted to end up at.  But...

Part of the journey is the end.  

среда, 06. март 2019.

Lone survivor

There is no shame in being alone. Only the strong can bare being alone.

It is always much harder to form a relationship then to break one; it is always harder to build than to destroy something.

Why is it that people feel alone? Why is it that we have no person to be honest with, no one to talk to and no one to be vulnerable in front of?

Are we giving up on people so easily that we are not able to bond and build strong relationship?

A room full of people could be as depressing as sitting alone in the dark. You could talk to a lot of people, you could be surrounded by as many people as you like, and still be terribly alone.

You can invest a lot in someone and get nothing in return. And you can keep investing and get nowhere. Such things will leave you alone and broken.

It is a terrible thing to speak but not be heard. It is a huge punishment to spend time with does who do not understand. And those who do not care.

It is a huge problem if you call a friend those that do not cure loneliness. We all need someone to share our being with, but often do we find ourselves in the darkness of solitude. Very often do we speak but our words are just a mute letters in a wind that are nowhere near of those that could possibly understand how terrible you feel.

It is a hard thing for a lone survivor to go to sleep; it is a hard thing to wake up in the middle of the night as night is a favorite companion of a solitary man's problems.

What are we if we have no one to be broken in front of and pieced together again?

Yes, there is no shame in being alone. There is no shame on you, at least.. But there is a lot of shame on those that left you alone like that..