Different reality

          Every now and then, I can't help but to think how naive insights and knowledge can be perceived. Or simply how easy enlightenment can come. Perhaps a different reality but doesn't work in mine? If only more openness and acceptance are offered, things might have been easier. No, we don't know everything. And no, we don't understand everything. Some need control while others must be loosen or even set free. You give an ear, not a mouth.  You give a glance, not a thought. You offer a tap, not a point. Not everything needs a savior or cure at its lowest point. At times, rather than assuming that all an addict needs is medication, you just have to offer him more drugs.  Different kind of human nature or humbleness or it's just to hard to comprehend the latter? What humbleness? Allowing thoughts about how a person might be raised in a different reality? No, there is no real and everlasting peace in minds. We are constantly sailing in the roaring wave of the sea. Yet another reality that we all judge each other. Yes, you judge but you don't say. Yes, you say but you mind it. You love and you hate, no matter how you wish there's only love. Or hatred is part of love? It's all just part of reality....a different or the real reality...

Dearest...

There are always times you have no one to talk to but something like the weblog again, maybe. There are always times when your mind is bothered by something that you simply can't make sense of, that triggers another headache and heartache, and you feel emotional again...


And there are always times when you thought you have found your dearest, only to realize in the next moment that you'd be slammed by another reality check: It was just a dream. If it really was a dream, it was too sweet, too real, and unforgettable. And the next thing you'd realize is that you don't know how to face the reality again. Perhaps baffled and lost.   


When something seemed the dearest to you the last second becomes a thing you can't afford again. You can barely touch or even smell it, but just observe from a distance, close your eyes, and feel from within for a second. Yet, you know it's never the same. You know that maybe for the rest of the time, that will remain as a tiny piece of memory and history is unlikely not repeat itself. Now, you're left with yourself. Dearest, you are too precious...

I Don't Know...

As if you know the biggest secret in the world. You don't know what to do or even what to feel. As though almost no one seems to know or care but you. And you don't know if it's the best this way. You just don't know. But you do feel it. You did.