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Blessings,


Alex

I was thinking the other day... and it seems to me that for many people, life is like that "musical chairs" game kids play in kindergarden... The one where you walk around chairs while music plays and the moment it stops you must catch a chair, and if you miss you're out of the game.
And there's always someone left without a chair.
The thing is, there is no actual need for a chair, only the conviction you need it- because these are the rules of the game, because the person with no chair is a "losser", and nobody likes to lose.

Loss.
What is it anyhow? How do you define "loss", how do you define "winning" ? By some rules of a silly game that someone invented who-knows-how-long-ago ?
From my point of view- I never owned a chair, never had a need for it either, and never actually played the game the way most people do... I always found it alot more fun to walk around or sit on the floor, or better yet on the fresh green grass

So if I never had a chair, I cannot logically be defined as a "losser" of this game...but for the people who play- that is exactly what I am.

Being without a chair is like living in a completely different world, and most people will certainly not connect to it.
I see it as freedom, as a world filled with potential, with possibility, where everything is possible.
People who play the chairs game cannot understand the "chairless" ones, they cannot think, feel and percieve outside the rules of their game...

I find it silly to follow some stupid rules of a completely and utterly pointless game, chasing some old, worn out chair - when there is so much beauty in the world...It's not an easy path, I must admit...But this is the only path worth walking for me.

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I also thought about words, and how it seems that the more you speak about something, the farther it steers from its original meaning.
Words are something of this world, they are the main mean of communication we -as humans, have. There are so many things we experience daily that are simply beyond this world, even if we don't always realize it... And explaining it with words- which is from this world, creates a mixture, something not quite as the original experience... The more you try to explain- the more words ("this world" substance) you add to it- the harder it is to actually understand... Some things are indeed better left unsaid.

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Another random thought I had is that I love people...in the game or out of the game, doesn't matter...Doesn't matter if they get me or not...I just love people. I love it when they let their kindness show, and open their hearts.I love that spark of light that lives in each of them. I love the fact most of them are not even aware of their true beauty...

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"I don't believe in trouble
I don't believe in pain
I don't believe there's nothing left
but running here again
I don't believe in promise
I don't believe in chance
I don't believe you can resist
the things that make no sense
I don't believe in silence
cause silence seems so slow
I don't believe in energy
if tension is too low
I don't believe in panic
I don't believe in fear
I don't believe in prophecies
so don't waste any tears
I don't believe reality
could be the way it should
but I believe in fantasy
the future is understood
I don't believe in history
I don't believe in truth
I don't believe there's destiny
but someone to accuse" ----from Run Lola Run


Have you ever felt, like you're breaking out of something ? You don't quite know what, you just know you're breaking it....and then you're out...And on the outside nothing seems to change, but you feel completely different.
This happens to me in stages, it seems I am constantly breaking out of something.
Like breaking a box, then finding there's another box I'm in , and breaking out of it too...and so on and on...It feels like dying and being born at the same time.
And on the outside...nothing changes yet everything changes. Things happen...You find answers to your questions in the most unexpected places . It feels like a state between sleep and waking, like a lucid dream...
And this breaking out, happens when you least expect it, triggered by little things such as a quote/book you read, or a song you heard, or something small that some person said. Suddenly when you see/hear it- something inside you cracks and falls appart. It does not happen gently, it happens like a huge explosion of amazing power.
And you feel like you are breathing again, you suddenly notice that what you thought was breathing before- was actually more like choking.
It's like you are realizing that you're dreaming- and you awake, and you realize that you are STILL dreaming only a different dream, and you wake from that too...what happens when the illusions end ?

It feels like you just want to breathe. I really don't want to do anything, be anywhere, want nothing but just be. It feels like I don't need to do anything...
On the one hand, I know I will (and am) do certain things in my life, in order to maintain a good quality of life-physically- like work and study...
On the other hand, it seems that everything I do, say, work for, it's all just a part of a game, of a dream... And while I am doing that, I am also standing and looking at myself from a side, and smiling (like when you're dreaming and you feel you are looking at yourself from a side kinda thing)- saying all I really need...is to Breathe.

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Please, help make a difference and sign here - [link]

I think this is the least we can do to help change the situation...And the worst thing one can do is be nonchallant about it and do nothing...

Thanks to everyone for reading and signing



Alex


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I was sitting in the train the other day, and I was watching a bee, banging itself against a sealed window. The train was standing still, and the entrance door was wide open. But this stubborn bee, insited on sticking to the little amount of light she found through that locked window. Completely sure that this is her only chance to escape, wearing herself out by her useless trials.
If only she would turn around and fly just 2 feet from the window...she would be able to easily get out through the open door.
just like humans... Afraid to move away, to take a risk and drift away from their temporary state of "peace" to find a permanent one. Resisting change while clinging on to the very uncomfortable stability, that in time makes them so numb, they start feeling convenient and used to it...

all those pretty bubbles....

Funny things we are....humans...

Like a fly in your room, that has lost it's way out. It sticks to the window but can't find the way back to the fresh air...And if you are kind enough to guide it out- it will certainly take you quite some time and effort...if you will succeed that is...Because it will resist with all it's might...

People are just like that...sticking to the fake light, even if the real one is just behind the corner...and chances are they won't listen to anyone trying to help them and guide them... simply because you can't really guide someone to "the light", they need to figure it out on their own.

That bee in the train...some guy didn't like her and killed her I wish I could open the window for her, but it was completely sealed...

I don't want to end up like this bee, I want to take chances, and drift and fly wherever the wind takes me, and arrive to new places and situations and deal with them, new chalenges.
I'm not afraid to let go, whatever comes has to go, such is life...nothing is permanent, everything passes. Other things come.
I want to experience life fully. To breathe, to feel, to think, to grow, to be born again and again...I just want to be.