Starting badly with drunken sleeps and sleepless wakes
Rain
Amazing doods dressed for halloween taking photos in the subway.
Rain
Leaf stained sidewalks
Rain and walking in the rain
Silence and loneliness exposed and shared.
Rain
So so sad babies handed over in public, from poor to well groomed and smart and smug.
Rain
Dark and work. A day is gone. Good.
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Who do you write for?
For myself and the mental simulation it brings.
You?
It dipends:
first, for "The Book" that obsesses anyone who tries to write it or,right now, for my frinds in italy that I'm missing very much.
But in general I've never been able to undersand the reason why there are so many persons who use to write blogs...I mean: persons who don't feel very lonely.
A blog for me is really like a diary.
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."
Anais Nin - http://www.anaisnin.com/booktastings/index.html
Sorry you are missing your friends - when will you see them again?
A diary? when I was a child we used to write personal diaries that we locked with something similar to a padlock and we hid somewhere. You are doing the opposite thing. My question is why do you need to share your diary with any stranger...may it mean that you don't feel well enough with the persons that are around you (your friends, your family)?
Anyway, I didn't want to begin a psychological-sociological debating about blogs, I'm sorry.
About me and my friends: it is nothing of tragic. I'm form italy and now I'm spending three months in Canada. I'm very happy about this experience but...I miss my friends, the intimate relation that you can have with a friend.
I think that it is also for this reason that I've decided to "ransack" these blogs.
p.s: nice quotation
For me I am not sharing anything personal because it is anonymous and no one knows who I really am and perhaps someone else will find it interesting, who knows?
You are probably partly correct about the people around me,I have been going through a bit of a personal crisis about who I am and what I want to be when I grow up and have found this difficult to share.
Glad you are doing ok in Canada. 3 months will fly by. Your English is great.
Why is your picture a gingerbreadman? What does this signify to you?
Do you have some remembers abaut your childhood that you are not really able to identify, something that your aren't sure either if it was someting real or built by your imagination?
For me the gingerbreadman was one of these things: I saw it in some films or cartoons but never in a real bakery.
...sure, until coming in Canada!
but tell me, instead: have you resolved your uncertainties about your future? forgive me, I'm terribly curious
p.s: 3 months have already flown: there are only three weeks left
Cool thought behind the gingerbread man. I don't have anything quite like this. Although i think for a lot of my childhood is it difficult now to distinguish fact from imagination.
Have not resolved any uncertainties about my future. Been reading a lot of good information about life and how to be happy and real, but it is so difficult to change to move troward being the person you would really like and wnat to be.
...and do you have a clear idea about who would you like to be?
I know that I would like to be more: caring, loving, patient, considerate of others while being aware of who I am and what I need.
Mostly I would like to be open, authentic, real and loving and "in the moment", taking time to play and work and enjoying everything, to good, the surprises, the sadness and be energised by stress.
Sound ok or silly?
Neither ok nor silly,
simply achievable.
Think about it: you're wishing things that you are the only one who can attain...it depends only on yourself, doesn't it?
It does sound simple doesn't it. Some how it it not. Changing who you are seems to be the most difficult thing.
What about you? How to you approach life and being happy. Are you happy?
(ps - i am away for 2 days now)
I don't know if it is possible to be really happy. I'm not even sure if it is possible the opposite: How can we, for example, don't be happy even only because of the awareness that the Life is pulsing inside ourselves?
But we, humans, are weak and too apt to forget, so too often we deceive ourselves and we start complaining for...anything.
Someone thinks that it's easy to say "oh, yes, I'm happy", someone else thinks that only the silly persons can be happy.
I think that it is harder to believe in the happiness, it is harder to be optimistic, beacause if you think that your life is horrible and so the world, it easy to prove that.
if you think so, at least you can say that you're right...
But in my opinion this is only a craven way to shield ourselves from the real problems and uncertainties of our life in a cold and false cynicism
Wow.
I think I have had all those thoughts. And in the end it seems to come done to relationships with each other and finding the balance between being dependant and independent.
Happiness is not something that you can fool yourself with over the long term, but it is not complex either.
When I grow up I was very keen to get away from my family and I did not understand people who would not travel and see the world and move on. Now I begin to see that actually family (a family actually related to you or not) is the most important thing. The unconditional acceptance that a good relationship should bring together with personal acceptance of one’s self. The goal is perhaps to remember this and not let other things get in the way. Not let the daily tasking or being optimistic or not, or judging ones life and the life of others, there are all irrelevant if you accept who you are and you have the support and love and family that that is it.
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