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”însă acum mergem pe uscat bem vin ca oamenii uscatului nu mai bem rom sîntem și o legendă pentru cine vrea despre noi se va vorbi numai de bine.” (V. Mazile...
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Satire and sarcasm
Today, I had an encounter with these two fellows. I did not think much of them until now, but it has opened new worlds. Talking with an old friend, more like chatting online because nowadays this seems to be the way to get in touch with people, distant and with screens in front, these two terms appeared. Actually I separated them, as my friend looked more sharp tongued than usual. It made me wonder, how time, encounters, lifestyle makes you bitter or sweet. Most of the time bitter. And fades away that glow you experience growing up, that hope of being someone, somewhere, somehow. But as you move along, you meet the wing cutters, the slim, slick butchers that feed off your despair. No matter of you positivism techniques, there are still reminiscences of these experiences. If you look close to the gestures, ways of phasing stories, reactions, it is there. A dark spot right in the corner, small but there. Sometimes the spot takes all the place if you let it.
So, as you move along the line of life/time you shift from satire which I see it more as a goofy, fun way to mark mistakes of other or yourself to sarcasm. This sarcasm fine and elevated as it may look, it is the work of chopped off dreams, failures that cram up into your memories and invade your soul. It is a way of approaching without personal involvement but with sharp observation directed to the one that are trying to intrude. Of course, not many get it, but even those feel the chills of it, without knowing why.
Therefore, these two look like an evolutionary feature you acquire in time as you proceed into knowledge and bump into ordinary life.
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No mumbling today. Today, I am listening to my boyfriend drum! Enjoy
What happens when you reach the bottom?
Either it is just me or there are many, I really would like to know, how to fill this void of lack of will. Just recently, I have though over my actions, my life events and style, my everything and just can not figure out where did the purpose go? Where is the will of achieving great things or concentrate on daily tasks.
A feeling of noting is important enough or you can not do things that really do work out has concurred me. When did I give in I do not know. I just feel that it is here and am still trying to convince myself otherwise. So, might be a ray of hope in all this.
I actually have no sense in what I am writing..I though it differently, but it look like there is no greater anything...
why not?
could you give me your dream?
I haven` t wrote a word here. Actually I haven`t wrote for a long time. I used to have my blog which no one would read, just like a diary..because I was sure no one would be interested I just pored my thoughts and passions. It was refreshing, but..dust just sat on it...life got in the way as some say. Maybe it is a god sign, considering that only in my blue waters I would turn to that page...on the other had..everything was left unsaid.
There are so many events unfolding themselves so quickly that there is no time...but then again what is time? The blame resides always in other corners tan you own, isn`t that convenient.
Maybe feelings just tune down a bit as you get older. No, not even I believe that. They just get to be a bit more ordinary, but even so nothing is like the other, no event feels like the other. I guess, you learn to shift the gears in a way that the machine doesn`t feel it and therefore the whole is not moved during shifting. Although, sometimes you stumble and would want to just take a moment and review, some unknown force kicks in and you hurry. Step on it and just flow it further..and then wait..wasn`t it a car..how is it now a boat?
Changes come unexpected and unattended. Surprises are always on their way.
We should give a chance to thoughts...remind us their meaning..relive their intensity.
You have just to stand still and listen to magic burst