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Traces of happines...
2 min read
We see it everywhere, but mostly ignore it, or chose not to make a big deal out of it. After all, they are only small fragments of something we all want, but most believe is unattainable – happiness. Real, loud, unconstrained happiness; it must be something complicated, right? It must be a goal so far away, so difficult to reach that all this hardship, all the work and suffering of our daily lives is worth it.
For most of us, that is exactly how it goes. We work, we try, we keep pushing, and one day, we might reach the goal and be truly happy. To justify all the chaos and complicated ways we come up with in the process of achieving happiness, we turn happiness into something big, something that depends on so many different conditions; something distant in the future.
But, the truth couldn’t be more different. Happiness is everywhere, it is like the air we breath, so obvious we take it for granted...
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The night of the dying Moon (Part I)
3 min read
The Sun was setting behind the rocky mountain summit, painting everything its rays touched into a glimmering shine of the day's goodbye. Everything slowed down; even the clouds froze, respecting the moment. Everything felt like goodbye, and that's exactly what it was for him. An unwelcome, but long waited for goodbye. He smelled the air, trying to feel it as strongly as ever, trying to remember it fully and profoundly, although he knew it will all be forgotten soon. Maybe somehow these memories will follow me, he thought. Maybe the way you go determines your next destination. It was a nice, comforting thought but, there was no way to know.
In the end, your final breaths strip you from anything but your true self. There is no role-playing, no pretending, no ego… just pure, honest you, whatever that might be. Another comforting thought, at least for him. Earth moved a bit more and exposed more of its night side to the sun, allowing this one to drown in its own darkness and give a chance to other stars, at least for the night. They were small and distant, but they turned the night sky into something magnificent, something worth waiting for; an amazing theatre of Chaos and Order that never ceased to amaze, at least those few aware enough to look up from time to time. He came here to die; he wanted his last breaths to feel this mountain air he loved so much. He wanted to see the stars and feel the breeze on his face as the healthy cells of his body surrender to the sick ones.
People struggle and fight to live; they instinctively protect that unknown force that tells us we are alive, but truthfully, most of us don't really know what the fight is about. Sure, we want to live, but why? What makes our lives so important? He didn't know the answer, not for sure, but he believed it has something to do with wonder. That was the feeling growing in him whenever he felt most alive. Wonder.
Looking up at the first stars of the night – wonder was again the strongest emotion he felt. He didn't believe in God, but seeing this much beauty, he believed in something. Chance couldn't create something so beautiful, that was the gist of his believes now.
Up here there were no crickets, no birds, nothing but the air, its movements and the sound it makes as it touches the ground around him. He could almost hear his own heartbeats and probably sometime soon, he will hear it stop.
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And a little something for all of you that feel lonely or lost at the moment - please, even at your worst moments, know that it WILL pass!!!
to everyone...
to everyone that smiled in the last 10 minutes
In the end, your final breaths strip you from anything but your true self. There is no role-playing, no pretending, no ego… just pure, honest you, whatever that might be. Another comforting thought, at least for him. Earth moved a bit more and exposed more of its night side to the sun, allowing this one to drown in its own darkness and give a chance to other stars, at least for the night. They were small and distant, but they turned the night sky into something magnificent, something worth waiting for; an amazing theatre of Chaos and Order that never ceased to amaze, at least those few aware enough to look up from time to time. He came here to die; he wanted his last breaths to feel this mountain air he loved so much. He wanted to see the stars and feel the breeze on his face as the healthy cells of his body surrender to the sick ones.
People struggle and fight to live; they instinctively protect that unknown force that tells us we are alive, but truthfully, most of us don't really know what the fight is about. Sure, we want to live, but why? What makes our lives so important? He didn't know the answer, not for sure, but he believed it has something to do with wonder. That was the feeling growing in him whenever he felt most alive. Wonder.
Looking up at the first stars of the night – wonder was again the strongest emotion he felt. He didn't believe in God, but seeing this much beauty, he believed in something. Chance couldn't create something so beautiful, that was the gist of his believes now.
Up here there were no crickets, no birds, nothing but the air, its movements and the sound it makes as it touches the ground around him. He could almost hear his own heartbeats and probably sometime soon, he will hear it stop.
Read the rest on my writing blog - www.antinertia.com
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And a little something for all of you that feel lonely or lost at the moment - please, even at your worst moments, know that it WILL pass!!!
to everyone... to everyone that smiled in the last 10 minutes
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Crawling in the dark...
2 min read
- Why is this happening to me? – An old man cried out, a wounded, hurt cry that only those who suffered understand. The alley was dark and damp, and had no way out; their footsteps closer with every new heartbeat, their fists heavier and harder with every new thought.
It was difficult for the old man to accept this faith; he was a fighter for so long. Life beat him down a hundred times before, and he always rose back to his feet. But not this time, he knew. And yet, even now he couldn't give up. He run to the end of the alley, faced the wall and touched it, thinking it might not be real, hoping it might dissolve once touched, as if all this was just a test, one last test of his determination and faith. But, unlike so many times before, this really was the end of the road for him.
The wall was black, or rather, completely de-voided of any colour, and completely smooth and featureless on touch. It was a perfect symbol of how the old man felt at this moment.
- Why is this happening? – he cried out one more time, still unwilling to let go; still wanting to believe that someone will hear him, help him out one more time, if only to prologue his fight. As long as he could fight, there was hope, as long as there was hope there is a meaning, a purpose, a reason why.
But here, at the foot of this dark, menacing wall, there was no hope.
(Read the rest on my blog: antinertia.com/?p=292)
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A big, big to everyone feeling a bit lonely these days....
It was difficult for the old man to accept this faith; he was a fighter for so long. Life beat him down a hundred times before, and he always rose back to his feet. But not this time, he knew. And yet, even now he couldn't give up. He run to the end of the alley, faced the wall and touched it, thinking it might not be real, hoping it might dissolve once touched, as if all this was just a test, one last test of his determination and faith. But, unlike so many times before, this really was the end of the road for him.
The wall was black, or rather, completely de-voided of any colour, and completely smooth and featureless on touch. It was a perfect symbol of how the old man felt at this moment.
- Why is this happening? – he cried out one more time, still unwilling to let go; still wanting to believe that someone will hear him, help him out one more time, if only to prologue his fight. As long as he could fight, there was hope, as long as there was hope there is a meaning, a purpose, a reason why.
But here, at the foot of this dark, menacing wall, there was no hope.
(Read the rest on my blog: antinertia.com/?p=292)
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A big, big
to everyone feeling a bit lonely these days....
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My new iPhone/iPod touch/Ipad game :)
1 min read
Hello, everyone...
I could really use your help.. I have a new little game out on iTunes store and I would like to ask you to either check it out, or share the link on you DA and Facebook accounts...
Would you do that for me? Please
The game is called SATraining (short for Special Agent training), the link to the game on iTunes is: itunes.apple.com/us/app/satrai…
and to the website:
www.excedo.me/satraining
Help me out and I'll return the favor one day
I could really use your help.. I have a new little game out on iTunes store and I would like to ask you to either check it out, or share the link on you DA and Facebook accounts...
Would you do that for me? Please
The game is called SATraining (short for Special Agent training), the link to the game on iTunes is: itunes.apple.com/us/app/satrai…
and to the website:
www.excedo.me/satraining
Help me out and I'll return the favor one day
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To all the brave, dead bees....
2 min read
In the small town parking lot, I was closing the car doors when I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my right hand. I looked at the center of it. The upper side of my palm was already red, and in the middle of it all, there was a small sac, a bunch of nerves and some muscles contracting at a fast rate, pumping the venue out of the sac into my hand.
I couldn't stop looking at it.
It hurt but I admired the ingenuity of Nature more than I cared about the pain it sometimes causes. This little sac pumping venom into my body meant that a brave bee just sacrificed herself in an effort to protect the hive. I had no idea there was any hive anywhere near that parking lot, and I definitely had no intention of harming even a single bee in it, but this bee here, a brave bee-scout on the frontier of their hive-kingdom deemed me dangerous and decided to act on it.
Read the rest on my blog Antinertia
A big to everyone out there that feels a bit lonely... you are NOT alone!
I couldn't stop looking at it.
It hurt but I admired the ingenuity of Nature more than I cared about the pain it sometimes causes. This little sac pumping venom into my body meant that a brave bee just sacrificed herself in an effort to protect the hive. I had no idea there was any hive anywhere near that parking lot, and I definitely had no intention of harming even a single bee in it, but this bee here, a brave bee-scout on the frontier of their hive-kingdom deemed me dangerous and decided to act on it.
Read the rest on my blog Antinertia
A big
to everyone out there that feels a bit lonely... you are NOT alone!
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