WAY UP HIGH, WAY DOWN LOW

Strange situations often proclaim strange efforts. What is it holding us together in this way too fast driven world, just prior to World War III? Yes it may sound melodramatic, but do we ever have the common feeling of fear because of political responsibilities around us or do we focus just because of seeing the world losing its mind on more inter-human relations and begin to respect our old values once more?  How can we know that words given today will still count tomorrow? Where is stability – who will give it and what remains?  Safety stays a non-explainable construction of simple human trust, a function we often aren’t even able no more to see in those who stand right next and close to ourselves.  So what happens when we lose ourselves, forgetting about the little wonder we are? Who is there to remind us where to find us again, who we are? Who is the one behind us all the way giving us that important feeling of security? Nevertheless what we call safety today is nothing but the boundaries which once were unknown frontiers, so must we learn to leave, it doesn’t matter how frightened we are, the safe harbor as a simple consequence that ships were meant to sail the sea?

I sometimes wonder if it is really too much to ask for receiving a feeling of sureness. People nowadays seem to forget that even though we live with constant non-binding nature what sometimes helps is to think oneself safe however someway we aren’t capable to evoke this particular state of affairs. As a consequence we feel like manic-depressives – way up high, way down low, never sure what we should, will or do have to feel and so we seek refuge in old habits, hoping to maintain the unaffected. But can we expect promises to be kept?

Maybe again the support we might need is nothing but the feeling of having a home, that place which will be there for us it doesn’t matter which adventures life held for us, the blanket of our lives, because anyway all we need is crutch to think oneself safe.

And in the end we are nothing but guests of subsistence, like travelers between stop one and two – if we want safeness we have to search it in ourselves.  

Cheers

Lorax

YOU'VE CHANGED

A friend of mine today told me that a last piece in her still hopes to get a greater good. A place inside herself, where to find the inner needs or requirements apart from all superficial positions we have to face ourselves to in a world of the 21^st century. What is it we all are searching for? No – I am not talking as one of those neurotic characters Woody Allen tries to concern about, by trying to get his very own problems in an order to live with. I mean what is the real one thing we are looking for. A huge part of my entourage would immediately be able to answer to this question in their very simple manner, by repeating answers a society like we find ourselves in, likes to pretend:

Money – Success – maybe Family. The more forced an answer is the more clearly pseudo intellectual or pathetic the statements will be. Health or Luck will clarify the issue soon for some of us, but for my own all those requirements never really explore the complicate inside-out manner of every single person. I unluckily don’t know if my neurosis gets over me and only tries to detain me from things I should better wise do or if I absolutely need to bring my thoughts in a concrete order by maybe finding some answers. After all, things change, but is there a time for it?

By holding the status quo we seem to try to escape in a state of mind we don’t ever want to change. It seems a mistake to be stuck in the middle of any conveniences, but aren’t mistakes the simple reason how we compete in life? Somehow, what we need is more time. Time for – whatever. Journeys, love, fashion: Just a further way in finding what we are and what we want. Sounds pathetic. In fact it is. Actually I follow the belief in a never-ending development of personality. I mean everybody telling me he or she finally found THE way of life in it does not matter which case has to lie to herself. There is no THE, it is just an A. For some it might be following a career path, given from the very beginning, for others it might be simply strange adventures at midnight. Maybe our view of the system stays too dualistic. A separation like in today’s society is no more the one of bad and good. Borders are blurred in a Batman style. Nobody seems to know who is right at the end of the day – like Bruce Wayne who is fighting basically for revenge occasionally defeating the bad boys. We should accept that there would never be a right or a wrong for ourselves, too. It’s a matter of choosing a lane or even not and letting some changes enter our lives. Everything changes: seasons do, as a city or the people we surround ourselves with. Our lives seem that restless and though we would never get along without some issues involving some natural dissimilarity. But why does everything always have to change? For myself, I do believe that life is not a single picture you look at, maybe finding constantly new details. No. Life is more than rather a movie. And it’s in a movies nature to change pictures. So why are we this often afraid to rearrange our concepts and start into something completely unknown – a kind of moving on? And are we ever really able to change a situation without changing ourselves, letting a well-known darkness we probably have achieved in any of our relations behind? In fact it seems quite impossible, but thankfully the term itself declares it as the complete opposite: I M possible. Thank you Audrey Hepburn!

Cheers

Lorax

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