The seagull glides on the thermal current.
The plant embraces its beauty through the flower and colorful petals.
The mountain awaits still the changes of eons.
I sit in the middle and there is nothing.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to go to.
Nothing to worry about.
Nothing to suffer through.
The mind flies on the thermal currents with the seagull.
The eyes observe the beauty of the plants.
I feel the rock beneath myself.
Things are about to change
We only realize the big ones.
Or did you see the slight change of the moon this night?
Did you feel the slow changes of temperature?
Do you see the everyday changes in the running of the sun?
The small changes are the real life, the big ones are are just the sum of these small things. Please, acknowledge the small ones too, we are all only individuals with small impacts, which sum up.
Did Napoleon fight his wars alone?
Was the French Revolution only done by Robespierre?
All changes in history, present or future are big things, but done by the small ones.
This is the end.
The end of what?
The end is where?
Is there really an end?
I don’t see an end.
Why would there be an end?
Wouldn’t the end be a new beginning?
Let’s begin not end!
The end ends here and beginning starts.
Plato questioned our world view.
Socrates was concerned with our logical thinking.
Nietzsche thought about our religious relationship.
Wittgenstein told us to rethink our words.
In sum they taught us to be and not to be haunted by the social conventions.
Follow your heart and virtue, not the words and believes of others.
We shall be, just be.
Soft green leaves,
Burst through the asphalt,
I can be that plant.
A spring without spring.
Dreams are reality,
Reality is a dream.
Illusions are reality,
Reality is an illusion.
Thoughts are reality,
Reality is just a thought.
Live is reality,
Reality is living.