The ghost of past lovers

There is a dusty wooden box with a heavy metal clutch in a corner of my attic. I stored all valuables of the past there…to forget. At nights deep wrinkles are disturbing my comfort under wraps. A wide bed is needed if you are to perform the clock’s arms all night long, hug pillows and find your feet at the upper side in the morning. "Would you, please, switch your mobile off just for a day and have the time for me only..." It’s ME o’clock from some time now. 20 years ago I devoured life in voluptuous mouthfuls and thought that all you need is play the game. Well, not exactly. It is about dance it away like at the first night of the Spring Ball Social Season. You may have heard how some wise people are measuring their precious moments in life with the taking-the-breath away occasions. It surely does NOT take hanging over an abyss or hang over the phone in short heartbeats until you get a complete love hangover. It maybe takes to fancy Ida and her flowers at the night ball. Maybe it means to be one of those princesses who wear their elegant shoes away dancing all night long in the middle of their sound sleep. Let’s make a straight difference here. Why night? How about the day? Every day? Every breath...of the conscious type.

Nights. The nights are wondrous carousels, a staggering ride on a plastic horse. The nights were invented by somebody in an obvious need to get a way out of reality, a body in love with the R.E.M. There should be more under those wraps!

The 30’s on this latitude were out of each possible categorization. It appears that this was a clash though. A clash of egos and ethno-centrist’s concepts, which invariably prompt (because of the general threat of unawareness) the popular “fight or run” reaction of the archetypal potency.

Back in those days WAR became existential, informational, psychological and yet ethical and moral reality. By all means, people had to become tougher, to grow less sensitive particularly to human suffering, pain and loss…all these had to become “normal” for us…One may even define it like two paces back in revealing consciousness about ourselves and the others. There is a question that pops up, “what is the reason, the purpose of such information or emissions showing us people taking their lives?”. Is it some kind of freak sensationalism? Reality? Reality show? 8 o’clock in the evening is the final countdown of the dead on the central news. Whom is this parade intended for? What is the income of this all? For whom it may be well to know about it? There has to be some answers before the news people dive into the dark depths of the death varieties. Yet, we can always turn to another programme…or get the security exit – The Night. I don’t feel like I have a huge problem with manipulation. In fact I think it is inevitable. Every relation manipulates us to a certain extent, by the fact that we do care about certain things we are already into it.

The moment you go for the bait, whatever the bait, your freedom is done! This way or the other. The most evident manipulation is what disturbs me. The one that offends the global sound reason. The only way to pardon manipulation would be when a dear love finds himself in the effort to do it in an intriguing and charming way. Maybe I’ll even fall to it very easily. This is the Florence approach. This is the idea of living being all about having the feeling of satisfaction in small pleasures like watching the trees, listening to the birds twirling and greeting other people on the way, the experience to be spontaneous without dramatizing and hypocrisy. This is the ability of silent humanity. What a pity that we don’t have the bowler hats into use anymore!

And the exit is where? By that time, nobody will care about the exit. The energy of life flows through people’s thoughts. And thoughts are to be set free of dramatic charges of the inevitable getting older and then dying. Putting the reins of all probable limitation on the thoughts and letting them in one’s mind is painful, unreasonable, awaiting the authorization to start living by Night. You are the energy – it can’t be created or destroyed by people. Here is why it doesn’t make a great sense to wait for the night time, the next year, and the day you’ll lose 10 pounds. It doesn’t make a sense to cut the life to “Before and After” parts. The only thing that happens for sure is energy changing its type and this applies to you too. The nature, the pure energy existed forever and will continue to exist forever. You are the one who will live forever! With the bowler hat on or without it.

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