Silently




The world around us is dynamic.

I'm not entirely sure whether this is the result of a change that is taking place in society, or perhaps changing the scale to micro, it's just my observation, the conditions of which lie in the environment.

This dynamic often does not allow us to notice the vibrations of reality. Whispers of existence.

And they're rocking in the background...

Running faster and faster into life, we're chasing, I don't really know what. Mara. Are we chasing not to be left behind? We live faster and more intensely. Are we running away from fear? Are we running away from each other? From your own mortality? Knowing that we don't have enough time? 

But what is it not enough for us? To escape from life? Because in all this endless race, we lose what seems to be the most valuable currency in all this. We lose the ability to taste life as it is.

At one time, my understanding of the taste of life underwent a metamorphosis. I don't know what it was dictated by. Perhaps nothing, or perhaps hope that I have tamed my own mortality. The hope that when death comes to take my hand, I will take her hand and go into the unknown. But it can also be completely different. Perhaps I will break out like a child who is aware of the end of play and, looking back, I will be begging for another five minutes.

Perhaps the taste of this reality is due to the natural process of maturing consciousness.

Reality has many components, and it is largely up to us which ingredients we choose to taste. I know many people who choose gray, bland poison in the form of politics, fast-food reality shows. They choose sadness, victimhood, envy. Meanwhile, life has a lot to offer. An insighted observer can choose what more delicious morsels are in this restaurant. It has to offer love, beauty, courage, sensitivity...

Perhaps in this whole run, we often feed on these existential fast foods because we want to fit in more than our perception can take in.

If you say so, stop. Stop and look around. Capturing the beauty around cities chasing him.

I went for a walk. I like walking. I am struck by the majesty of the beauty of nature that surrounds us every day. To see it, you have to stop and observe. Absorb all senses. 

I have a certain ability to perceive reality, which is in a way my identity. I can't name her, but I know she's mine. Everyone sees reality the way they can.

My way of perceiving reality allows me to believe that its foundations do not have to scream to be noticed. The beauty it is clothed with is not dynamic. It is static. It patiently waits to be noticed. It's beauty lies hidden in the vast depths of the ocean. In the heavy dewdrops that flow laboriously across the leaves in the morning, in the darkness of night that embraces the world with its all-encompassing arms. In the gaze of two people marked by love, in the warm touch of a child's skin... Its beauty whispers, never screams... Sometimes it is even silent...

I know that life is not easy. There is a lot of pain and suffering in it. I'm not depreciating it. I don't ignore it. I think that in order to be able to taste life exactly, we must also accept the fact that there will also come a time when all those charming tastes that I described earlier will be accompanied by pain, loss, sadness, suffering, fear. The trick is to be able to come to terms with it. And not swearing by reality. Don't run away from her. How to do it? I don't know. I think everyone needs to understand what to tame in their own way. 

Once I came across a prayer that I still remember today:

 "God, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, the courage to change what I can change, and the wisdom to distinguish one from the other." 

I do not believe in god, I believe that each of us is a god, and the wisdom of the above quote comes from our " divine" particle. 

This prayer is beautiful because it contains in these few words the essence of the thought which I have tried to include in the above entry.

Go for a walk. When a man walks alone with his own thoughts under the weight of his own divinity, magic happens.

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