Life moves on

Look what happenes if one must cope with complete ignorance. Not even the faintest hint of will to understand the other person. She has got her view, has made up her mind and everything that follows is only an amusing show. For her.
Why is this world full of such people? Of people who seem to be unaware of the world they belong to.
They have cut themselfes off.
I think it is even the majority of the population, that is cut off, freefalling into the abbyss of eternity.
Nobody can say what is going to happen to them. Maybe the will remain in this suffering cirle forever.
But they are not suffering. They would say.
They don't even feel it...
But why this agressive undertone.....

Hey friends and numerous readers! Grinnnn...
Remember, the water you are drinking has been drunken, has filled the veins of trees and dinosaurs, has been in the stratosphere high up above. And now it runs down your throat, filling your body with life and joy.
Lets think what the molekules that we breath in every minute have been through. What is going to happen to them after we breath out? Will we ever see them again?
How can we kill a tree after understanding that it is it who gives us the oxigen to keep us alive?

Ouch, you will be asleep by now....
Drink a cup of coffee and think where it comes from...
Kisses!

Left again...

Gone. Thats good. And bad. Tears, doubts. I don't think it is important to stay always so close. Too much hurts and too many unwanted insults, misunderstanding.
Where does this leave the individual? Me?

Somebody says he has given me my identity...
Where is mine? Who gave it to me, where did I lose it.
Does that grow? Is it there from the beginning? Do we all have it? Do we have to?
I want one... I want to say like LaDonna Harris: "I know that I am part of something bigger than me."
I do not want to sit in my cinema alone anymore.

Experience

can be fantastic, shared, horrible, bitter and so many other things. Also interesting...
It is this matter of perception. Where do you stand, what did you eat the day before. Some would maybe say: it depends on how fried your fry bread has been...
But the thing that actually happened is anyhow always the same.
Am I beeing pilosophical today...
Well, waiting for a wee reply, aknowledgement .... making a difference of my experience...
Otherwise it will be a bitter one.

Oh how funny I am today again.

Tears

So many tears want to be shed. Can you refuse them their right to be free?
Cry out, scream in pain! Still they'll be yours, still you will say: its not me.
Have you ever wondered why people don't cry when their dead? I can tell you, it is because all the tears they have had have been shed.