And a year after .. here I am again. Visiting places that have been long devastated.
At least that was what I thought.
Some things should be left in the past but somehow we end up going back to them, even if only with our heart. And although it clearly is the wrong thing to do, we can't help it. Somehow we insist on digging up the past, or what's left of it, anyway. We keep on wondering what if ..
So many what if's that can't be answered by pure imagination, because imagination will never level up to the reality that we live in.
The reality that we were forced to accept.
But never truly accepted, somehow.
I always knew feelings were a tricky thing.
But they are also the only true fact.
But so unclear to interpret most of the times.
I was once so sure of myself.
But never have I doubted myself as much as I do now.
"Reise, reise, Seemann reise, jeder tut's auf seine Weise."
Some time has passed since the last time I wrote in here. I know I already said that a few months ago, but lately there isn't really much to write about because usually the subjects are just old ghosts in new forms. They keep haunting you in new scenarios, impersonated by different people.
Have you ever felt like a fool, just like that, out of the blue, being crushed by an invisible power, something unable to be seen by the human eye but that always felt so palpable when you tried to free yourself of its grip? Yeah, I know, it's weird to imagine something if you've never experienced it before. I know it all too well and I still find it weird.
Long gone are the days when I could count with the fingers on my hands the times I just wished to disappear. To go away and just stay there, wherever I would eventually end up being. Just leave everything behind and not worry about anyhing or nobody.
Some call it 'to give up',
'to run away from problems', 'from responsabilities' ...
"Responsabilities" is a bizarre word, in my opinion. What are responsabilities? Who says you get to have them? Who says you have to go through with them? So many responsabilities come at such unfortunate times, with such a bad timing, due to unfortunate events. Which makes them unfortunate aswell.
And people.
People.
People are the worst part of it all.
Things are already so complicated, and still, they just don't quit it. They have to feed themselves out of everything they can find.
Mistakes. That's where they find the greatest nourishment of all. They love to
judge,
criticize,
point fingers. Dirty ones.
That's why so many people don't live anymore. They just complain about everything instead of just trying to make it easier and to enjoy what they have instead of always concentrating on what they haven't. and miserable people will always bring misery upon others.
People were born to live, to be alive, and still, they insist on killing everything, everyone.
Killing themselves.
And becoming ghosts.
Have you ever felt like a fool, just like that, out of the blue, being crushed by an invisible power, something unable to be seen by the human eye but that always felt so palpable when you tried to free yourself of its grip? Yeah, I know, it's weird to imagine something if you've never experienced it before. I know it all too well and I still find it weird.
Long gone are the days when I could count with the fingers on my hands the times I just wished to disappear. To go away and just stay there, wherever I would eventually end up being. Just leave everything behind and not worry about anyhing or nobody.
Some call it 'to give up',
'to run away from problems', 'from responsabilities' ...
"Responsabilities" is a bizarre word, in my opinion. What are responsabilities? Who says you get to have them? Who says you have to go through with them? So many responsabilities come at such unfortunate times, with such a bad timing, due to unfortunate events. Which makes them unfortunate aswell.
And people.
People.
People are the worst part of it all.
Things are already so complicated, and still, they just don't quit it. They have to feed themselves out of everything they can find.
Mistakes. That's where they find the greatest nourishment of all. They love to
judge,
criticize,
point fingers. Dirty ones.
That's why so many people don't live anymore. They just complain about everything instead of just trying to make it easier and to enjoy what they have instead of always concentrating on what they haven't. and miserable people will always bring misery upon others.
People were born to live, to be alive, and still, they insist on killing everything, everyone.
Killing themselves.
And becoming ghosts.
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