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The story of a rider – fin

They asked me what I feel and I told them : nothing.

You know, I truly don’t understand humans. They want you to tell them the truth, but when you do it, they will become upset as a raging child and run away from you. I have a tons of bad habits, one of them is telling the truth. It’s so funny to watch people changing their feelings from a word to another, some of them would call me evil. 

You asked me if I care. Well, I don’t. I stopped doing so now awhile. My heart is colder than a dead fish. You can judge me, you can speak out, I won’t run like those who did when they met the truth.

I hate mornings. They make me sad, they always did. That’s why I will stay awake day by day until sunrise like an vampire waiting for the sun to sleep. But at the same time, every morning my heart will fill up with beautiful rays. I see them while sleeping. They are ripped from a fairy land. Laughter, happiness, hope. 

But then I open my eyes and everything’s gone. It’s all dark.

This war inside me won’t stop. This is why I have to carry on and ride.

I know that one day I will ride through misty forests and into the sea’s heart. That’s when I’ll be at peace.


So she ended her cigarette and looked into my eyes. Her face revealed her beautiful mind with blue starry eyes, bluer than the sea and lighter than the sky. The gate to her soul.

That was the story of a rider.


Song of the day : Jon Hopkins feat. Purity Ring – Breathe this air

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Ritual lying (Deuxième Partie)

A minti = A face afirmatii care denatureaza in mod intentionat adevarul; a induce in eroare pe cineva; a insela.

Lie = A false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; something intended or serving to convey a false impression; an inaccurate statement

Acum ceva timp a venit in atentia mea un verb, cunoscut de toata lumea de altfel : ”a minti”, un act urat, murdar, da, este un act care ”denatureaza adevarul”. Insa discutand cu cineva pe aceasta tema, imi spunea ca intr-un fel sau altul cu totii mintim. Avea dreptate, cu totii ajungem la un moment critic in care evitam sa spunem adevarul folosind mici minciuni pentru a ne ascunde, pentru a ne proteja identitatea. Eu le mai numesc ”minciuni necesare”, sau acele minciuni pe care le spunem sa nu ranim unele persoane, din toate punctele de vedere. Unele dintre ele sunt necesare, insa restul sunt precum o pata neagra pe panza suava de un alb inocent si care incet se transforma intr-o palnie care aspira tot uratul din jur.

I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Iar de aici incepe povestea : “A fost odata ca niciodata” doua prietene. Prietenia lor era legata de multi ani, in spatele lor se aflau munti de amintiri, in ochii lor se vedea intelegere si compasiune, zile insorite, precum si zile ploioase. Oriunde mergeau se insoteau, incepeau sa devina precum doua jumatati : mergeau impreuna in parcuri, la petreceri, la cumparaturi, peste tot.

Probabil acum va intrebati : “Bine, bine si ce este rau in asta ?”

Intr-adevar, nu era nimic rau in asta. Toata povestea a mers mai departe atat de lin pana cand … una dintre ele a realizat de neadevarul langa care traia, aceasta era minciuna in persoana. A aflat ca o mintea, mergea la alte petreceri pe ascuns, ramanea fara bani, mintea, spunea ca ii cheltuia pentru intretinere, a aflat ca toate lucrurile ce i s-au intamplat au fost inventate, cu fiecare convorbire facuta o mintea, se ascundea de ce era ea cu adevarat. Insa dupa ce descoperirea acestor neadevaruri s-a indepartat tot mai mult de ea, nu ii mai venea sa o sune, nu ii mai venea sa vorbeasca cu ea.

ritlie

Ma intreb deseori … Ce ne determina sa ascundem adevarul ? De ce nu putem fi sinceri macar cu propria persoana ?

Petit