What is life? A random, completely chaotic mess of events or is it something more logical, something that is decided once the string of life has been spun. Or maybe it is something in between, who knows, no one, but I guess it does not really matter…never did, never will.

Its kind a stupid to ask or to even think what is life when the very word life has lost much of its meaning these days. Now most of the people just exist, broken, lost, hopeless and delusional, very few can find the will to truly live a life. There are reasons for that, for instance the relationship between men and women. Back in the days it was thought of great honor for a woman to give you her bear hand so you can kiss it. Dante fell in love with Beatrice when they were eight years old, he met her only twice in his life, and even after her death when she was twenty-four, he always loved her, she was always in his mind, she was his inspiration and yet he saw her only twice, ha the funny thing is that it is actually what love is all about. In present time all you have to do is hit the music, bring the drinks, dance a lil a bit, show some muscle – green or other color and BANG there is love. Well when I think about it its not that strange, how can you try to understand and love the other person and share a life with her when you can not figure out your own.

Just an empty existence powered by illusions my friend that is what our lives look like now. 

So much dark thoughts are poisoning my mind lately, and the smoke of the unburning fire choking my soul. Why do people live? To make money, to eat and shit, to fuck and spread that dreadful semen all over again? People have become corrupted, polluted, greedy brainless mob of sewer rats, killing their own kind, scratching through the garbage of the dark, wet cesspool called society. How often do you go out in the wild to try and talk with nature the mother of all, to ask her if she is proud of you, of us?  When was the last time you let the pure clean air fill you lungs, and thought that it tastes better than everything else you have ever tried. When was the last time you kneeled down and laid down on the naked earth and felt that you are back into your mothers gentle arms, when was the last time when you felt the bliss of water, streaming all around and inside of you, just like the flow of life, when was the last time you let the fire burn inside your heart in passion until it burns every other thought and emotion from you.

When was the last time you were not afraid of the darkness and not blinded by the light.

If we do not count our desire for money and flesh, nothing makes much sense these days, everybody strives for perfection, nobody stops to enjoy the flaws. Because you will never know what is inside of that frightening, horrible fortress if there are no flows to look through.

Everyone thinks only how to raise up, no matter if its in body or soul, every single one of us wants to grow in some way, but I dare to ask – how much does it has to grow in order for you to reap it? And the answer, just like much of the other complicated questions, is indeed simple- It is never enough, you always want to grow more, but the reaper is not a greedy being.

It is time to wake up from that dream of a nightmare and start living.