thoughts

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we try to refuse to take it the tragic way. Although we live among the ruins, we started to build new little habitats, so we have new little hopes.

To realize nothing goes that way, one must live and learn.

We need fulfilling. We need knowledge. Now a days we are surrounded by mediocrity and non-caring human beings. I’m more than aware that I’m growing restless and the restlessness is setting down and taking possession of me like madness. And this people are void. Empty. Hollow. And when I tried to find some sort of refuge in them, a sanctuary from my restlessness, I couldn’t. Because I had absolutely no connexion with it. Void to void. I don’t mean to sound rude. But I moved countries to find the extremely beautiful opposite of empty places and deserted people. I wanted the intelligence. I wanted to breath art. I wanted the brilliance on people. I wanted to speak in a civilized tongue. Because yes the speaking actually matters supremely to me: that impassionate interchange of talk. Love is a minor accomplishment I would say. I like the passion of metal attraction and besides that I truly believe in the beautiful pure freedom of women. Things. The physical things don’t satisfy me anymore. And possibilities. I wanted possibilities. They say that this world is full of them but they narrow down to a pretty little few in my personal experience.

I was born to be free and to know. I was raised to be physically and spiritually free and raise to live. To travel. When I was young I used to be told that people come and go. And though it’s a truth assumption, with life you’ll find out there’s nothing more important than that. The marks other’s leave in you. Good or bad it’s you. It may have never been your choice but it’s certainly your fault. And that’s your baggage. It’s not really a burden, it’s more of a constantly on thing that has an extremely big impact on how you deal with certain situations and therefore it makes you who you are.  You ought to grow from that, to not make the same mistakes but also to take that baggage of yours filled with your feelings, memories and past passions and turned it into something good and less depressing than living it again.

I was never a brilliant kid. To be honest I was the underdog quite a lot of times. But I grew from it and got over it. I got attached to books and started living. Doing me.

So why should I? Why should I care about non knowledgeable people whose life’s surround about others non intelligent human beings? Why should I as a young women have to face society? Because yes society is partially less harsh on man and yes society expects women to look a certain way and wear as less as humanly possible but society doesn’t expect women to have an opinion? Women are just as good as men themselves: only better because they’re women.

It’s not just about being kind to people, it’s about being kind to yourself. go and read a book. Educate yourself. Build your opinion.