Breath... [Article]

The hurried spring of the coming spring buds before the end of February. Even though every summer would be dried and roasted, and every autumn leaf would turn, the same excitement stood with the same enthusiasm. Every morning, for example, if we were to get up at that hour, a quince tree would not care about us. Beetles wake up to their uninvited branches and join their song.

Every day I just throw an arrow out of here. He gives it to crazy breezes and does not listen to his head.

Every evening he just opens up a big cherry tree that looks like the earth, but he does not watch anyone else in the sky. No life on earth will go on with the advice of someone else.

The sky is the same, the earth is the same, the birds have the same voice, the stars are always bright. We can give it to us, but the clouds are the same as the crazy winds. Instead of watching the fake "survival struggles" that we watch every night in this world, we are on this vast earth, where our feet are lost every day ...

How do people live? How do you deal with the world every day? Where does it find the power to wake up and threw itself into those gray buildings, lusty factories? Is it for dreams that you have ordered years ago and still can not exceed a goal? Or is it that big gap in your head, to think, to escape?

The fact that we saw our child as we thought the earth was unaware of everything when we were ringing with our first screams. It is this adventure that begins and ends in such a timeless and unexpected way. Without knowing what it is again, we will go away with a thousand plans about the present and future.

How old is man? When is the crying out just self, with you? A written scenario must be something beyond repetition. Feeling alive in all their specks and at the same time knowing that it is temporary but still believing that it will end ... Breathing breathlessly looking at the eternity of the body, not the body ...

The hour you will wake up, the clothes you will wear, the food you eat, the way you walk, every word you say, the program you will watch, the things you will buy ... Which one belongs to you? Which is your choice and your decision? Independent of the others and yours?

We have made ourselves the same kind of fabric and we have entered into this peaceful life. We will be destroyed with a kick, and this perfect order will finally gain our souls of our walls to be covered.

We know a place in ourselves that something goes wrong. From time to time we are distracted and exhausted. We can not find the power to wake up to the new sun ourselves. It looks like we can get up and not fight that big world and its people. Then he pulls us into the "machine" again. That's how it goes.

You can not promise a sea. Sometimes waves with waves, sometimes with a dead chest still standing. Sometimes swallowed, they scare; sometimes grows with flares, admires.

We are as much a part of this life as a sea, a tree, birds and stars. And at least as much as we live this world. Whether timeless or unplanned, we sometimes have to flow and hit the stone and find our "own" bed like a river. To accumulate in a dam, you can not wait for the opening day of the covers to live. It must be a way to exist without consuming ourselves.