If we find it hard to love one another without playing games and cheating ourselves.
In the end it’s all about the small things in life, which give us the energy we need. The invisible drugs, the indispensable “substances” that make us dream, live and enjoy ourselves. “Such lovely pockadots and stripes” that decorate an individual’s life.
Some of us “appreciate, cherish, discover, love, protect, realize, apologize, cry, have fun, open up, complete, forgive, laugh and live”. Others only know how
to hate, destroy and fool averyone arround. And some waste time on “bigger fish”, which they believe are the ultimate purpose in life, but can , most of the time, bring them the smallest satisfactions.
For me, it’s simple. I breath, i have needs, i sleep, eat, bath, run, scream. I cry, love with all my heart, dream, understand and learn. I fear the unknown, i miss my childhood and i live to love. I don’t trust other human beings sometimes; I hate them, love them, dissapoint them, hurt them, dream about them and then love them again. That makes me just like them.
We might as well be strangers. But we’re not. We crave for other’s attention and affection, we desire, dare to discover their secrets and dreams and we let ourselves get undressed of secrets. We cannot be indifferent.
I read your blog and i loved it it was great, i do have a few questions , the first one is, are these your thoughts and secondly what motivated you to write such a piece.
In this blog i felt as if there was some desire of a life that is only classed as perfect, and another that deals with the fact of imperfection of us human beings. Without actually trying to transend one will never really love the way they should realy love. It was great and i loved it talk soon.
Your friend greggy