Share

Finally I'm able to take some time off to write, and share... ( note the brilliant transition).

And sharing I will, about the wonders humans, men and women alike, share with one another.

If you recall, or just imagine times gone by when to share did not owe anyone copyrights, you can possibly see that sharing is not a recent trend, rather a really old trend, in my view it would have it's beginnings when the first monkey turned human offered the second humanoid monkey apiece of fruit.

But let's not dwell on the history part of if and fast forward to today's... We share everything from ideas to thoughtless gibberish, not only through the web but also in focus, than there's the tangible part of sharing such as clods, meals, games, toys and, in fact, all else. Because the human kind has in its DNA something that forces it to share...

Now do we share enough? Of course not.
Should we share more? No.

If you find these 2 past lines baffling, go and ask about saint Thomas of Aquino.
The reality is no matter how much we share there will always be poor and rich people, too much and too less information about something. And there's yet no practical solution for this. Given so, I am of the opinion that you should pay your taxes and and share whatever else, in a quantity yourself deemed necessary, no more and no less.
And that's it, I've shared everything I deemed necessary about sharing.
Tata.

How hard is it to understand?

As for my first real post, since  my return, i'm prompted with a question, which in it  has several things that should be debated.

My question is not the one on the tittle, but it has something to do with it. In the sense that i don't understand what the hell is wrong with my friends.

But first let me put a scenario for you. Say:

I have a sister who's going to have a birthday party, she invited some friends that we have in common, but mostly people that i don't know, and have never seen before in my life.

Anyway after my sister sent her invites, I receive this message:

"Hi! John, may i ask you for a favor regarding your sister's birthday? Could you ask her if #my ex-girlfriend#

is going, too? I only ask because #my current girlfriend# wouldn't be comfortable with me going to a party alone while she's ( #my ex-girlfriend#) there. Is that alright? Thanks."

Now my question is... WHat the Fuck...

1. Does the #current girlfriend# think that it's going to happen in a party, lasting only for a few hours, where there are no available rooms for them go....? 

2. Does my friend think that his so damn flirtatious that neither him nor the #ex-girlfrien# would be able to resist each other and would inevitably end up sucking each other's face's off, after being in the same room for only an hour?

(and Finally)

3.  are the trust levels on this relationship?, surely not healthy ones, because if they were you wouldn't be reading this shit right now.

Anyway, if you have any insight to wtf is going on, please comment, next time i hope to write a post about something less flashy, like how does an economy grow or something like that.

TaTA,

JOHN

Thank you, very much...

...It's good to be back, after such a great time.
I'm back, still...



John

I can only say these things to you when you're sleeping
I hear the hum from the wires and the sounds of the morning creep in
I lie awake and pretend you can hear me

And you tell me that you're scared that you're turning into your mother
I feel myself turning into my father
So we lie to eachother like they do and say we're so happy
It's easy when you're young and you still want it so badly

I turn over again and I feel my heart beating faster
I stare out the window and I think I might scream

And I could tell you that you're all I ever wanted, dear
I can utter every word you ever hoped to hear
I shudder when I think I might not be here forever, forever, forever

The time we were alone together at the station
You were so quiet like a child and you told me you want to be taken
Just never thought of you as the kind of girl that would do that
And you suddenly seem like some faceless thing in my grasp

And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find it exciting
Your eyes all wet, your face so warm and inviting

And I could tell you that you're all I've ever wanted, dear
I can utter every word you've ever hoped to hear
I shudder when I think that I might not be here forever, forever, forever

I can tell you that I'm always gonna love you like the virgin bride you were that night
But I'd be lying
Love is defying

All I can think is that it must be a kind of rebellion
To own these fears like soldiers and slay them

I could tell you that you're all I've ever wanted, dear
Through the day while you're breathing, while you're sleeping here
And you wake and you ask me if I'm gonna be here forever, forever, forever

Your face so twisted and your eyes alight
I want to tell you I could save you when you cry at night
But I'll be trying
Love is defying
Won't you stop crying?

We're so fucked, aren't we?

Not to know

For sure, one of the best decisions i've ever made!!

I've always been told ignorance is bless, what i didn't know is that it is still so even if it's just an act.
I've been told the great feeling turns out to be just good. But short term wise, it's pretty amazing!!

The next perfect dinner YeT!!

Isn't just great when you're able to have dinner with twenty people and you manage only to talk with those who really matter??
Well, i loved iT!!

Under Pressure

I'm feeling the pressure of setting the bar too high. 

It's this weird sense of false responsibility, of constant need to work, of constant need to feel productive. It's this need to restrain myself. 

From living.

Time is going by too fast, and between work and school, and between everything that's coming in the way, I'm loosing grip of us. 

Extreme measures are on the way because I can't let that happen. Not now. Not you. 

Color Boxes - Part 3

I'm sure you've heard of something called sinestesia. It's this thing you have where you mix all your senses, you hear colors, see tastes and somethings like that.
I always felt a little bit of this, if you can call it that. For me, Thurdays are yellow. And I don't know why...
What I came to realise is that, quite often, there's a color that I associate with other things.

All this to say that you're blue. That Bleu de France, soft blue of the shirt you wore the night I met you.

memory : unfinished sentence

I stood my boys up. Guilty has charged.
Never not caring, they showed up at my door. iT was a typical us.
I start to explain why i hadn't met them "i'm going ho.."

hard

someone told me it was hard. Still, we have to learn to let somethings go.
She wasn't wrong, but even harder is to know when NOT to let those things go.

another one

In two days, the world won't stop turning just because another chapter of this book is going to start. It should, but it won't.

This chapter, the forth, is about so much thing. i'm scared.

The one thing i want the most is, at the end of it, to be able to say "i want the next one to be as good as i made this one." I most certainly won't but still.

i can't stop Laughing Out Loud!!

Dialogue

Life says choices
I say they're my own and only I can be judged from them. Many will be bad ones. Some will bring joy.

Life says money
I say always gonna be enough for what is needed, maybe not for what is wanted and wished, but always for what is needed. And I rather struggle through the paycheck than letting it define my life.
Life says trouble, worries, bad things, bad luck, heavy rain and thunderstorms
I say bring it, make it hard, make it learnable from, make it self defining and character building, show me what you've got in store for me

Life says death
I shake to the core and fall upon my knees... It hits hard. For a big while. Yet there's no unbounded fall, there's allways gonna be something to hold on to. And then

Life says love
And she shows up. Out of nowhere. So amazing, so undoubtedly beautiful that makes it all... different.

Worries

If you can solve your problem, then what is the need of worrying? If you cannot solve it, then what is the use of worrying?