petak, 02.05.2014.
Robot
Često se uhvatim u nakani da pokušavam biti poput nekog drugog. Otkada znam za sebe, nakon gledanja filma preuzimam nešto od lika kojeg simpatiziram te se par dana ponašam kao taj lik. Oživljavam osobu kakva sam oduvijek željela biti; snalažljiva, hrabra i sigurna u sebe. U zadnje vrijeme glumim nekog organiziranog, tko ne preispituje smisao svega, sve odradi u predviđenom roku te je ujedno ekstrovert . Slijepa robotska ovčica kojoj stalno govore što mora raditi. Živi mrtvac u kojeg se polako pretvaram jer sam uvjerena da uvijek moram raditi što se od mene očekuje. Polako kidam dijelove sebe koji su postali tako sićušni da ih jedva pronalazim. Nemogućnost da ispunim tuđa očekivanja i osjećaj da nemam drugi izbor nego usrećiti svoje robovlasnike ponekad me pretvara u nekog tko je samodestruktivan. Od silnog pritiska koji dovodi do točke slamanja ne razmišljam da me autoriteti koji mi stalno daju naredbe ne pitaju što ja zapravo želim od života, kakva osoba želim biti, čime se želim baviti. Zar ne vide ispred sebe osobu koja ima vlastiti izbor i sposobna je odlučivati sama za sebe? Zar ne vide ispred sebe osobu?
02.05.2014. u 00:45 •
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I used to live in a room full of mirrors,all I could see was me
“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
Where I'm from, time doesn't exist
Seconds turn into hours,
Years are made of short moments that have already flown away
And our deceptive words are replaced
By music and the colours
That drift like perfumes in the amber air
Are these people real or just ghosts in the wind?
People once believed that when someone dies
a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead…
…But sometimes something so bad happens
that a terrible sadness is carried and the soul can’t rest
then sometimes, just sometimes,
the crow can bring that soul back
to put the WRONG things RIGHT…
Znam da ponekad ostavljam mizantropski dojam ali zapravo imam potrebu pomagati ljudima makar ih ne poznajem i ako ne odgovorim na komentare nije ništa osobno nego mi se jednostavno ne priča ni sa kime ...kasnije ću već odgovoriti ;) I znam da mi naslovi često nisu povezani s tekstom. To ionako napišem prvo što mi pada na pamet. Ne treba se uzrujavati. :)
Woke up to another day in this hellhole.
My mind fucks up my soul.
Sitting in this rubber cell of mine
With nothing sharp whatsoever.
But the mind is as good as any knife
That cuts to the bone.
I don't know what has happened to me
Or how I've sunk so low
I'm trying not to look back
Trying not to remember
I'm sober today
And it's raining again
“Written on Eve’s grave by Adam: “Wherever she was, there was Eden.””
http://www.7cupsoftea.com/1106704
“I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.”
— Anonymous
"In the end, we are all alone. It’s not who loves you, but who you love and you’ll always have that whether that love was reciprocated or not. In the meantime we live this bleak life and modern times of grey skies and electric light. We wait. We pass the time. We listen to music."
-David Gold.
“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.”
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo
