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A mix of thoughts


Do you feel the sun rise in the morning or do you lament the fall of the moon?

 A curious journey through the flow of time, bouncing off the wrinkles of this old sphere, our temporary home - the blue planet.

 Have you gone out today, breathed in the fresh air of spring? The cleansing air touches your lungs and triggers a new sensation within - you feel alive once more; and once more your woes vanish into thin air.

 The ground we stand and walk upon, a mix of earth and seeds of life. There exists another world, on a different scale and with another purpose.

 A plain field of grass I desire, a horse and a saddle, to ride towards the horizon, discover, breath and rise to new heights with my soul.

 I am a free man; no human shall dare to bind me. I will tear apart the chains of bondage and rise my hands towards the sky. For this world and the life forms on it are my responsibility.

 A scream into the empty space in front of me, a cry for help or a call for charge? Everything we do, everything we say; we have our own way with them. Manipulating, displacing, tearing apart certain parts of the sentence, modifying, desecrating… with the sole purpose to fit them into our truth, our own reality.

 We like to keep the comfort, we don’t want to be challenged, don’t want to feel mislead, betrayed, used. And yet still something within calls us, burns inside of us: our voice of remorse.

 Our souls have a way of telling us what is wrong; if you haven’t torn your bonds to it, that is. If you fall silent to a crime, to injustice far too many times, the grip of your soul will weaken and your humanity with it. If you force the boundaries of shame far too often, you’ll start to become impervious to malice and because of it to its consequences.

 Breathe in the air around you, breathe. Freedom isn’t something only a certain group of people are entitled to. Peace shouldn’t be a luxury, war shouldn’t be an option.

 But the moment freedom degenerates to “my freedom” we fall apart and all kinds of atrocities occur.

 Do you know what war is? What violence implicates? Forcing your opinion onto someone, because you weren’t able to do so with your wit, or because you were ignorant of your opposites desires; focused with your own ego.

 It seems as we have always lived in peace around here; war seems impossible in this section of the earth. What do you think is the reason for that? Our democracy? Our constitution? Our superior culture? Maybe we are just better people?

 Maybe the answers isn’t a plain sentence trying to explain it. Maybe we ought to ask, are we truly living in peace? Or are we just ignoring the misfortunes of other people successfully?

 We buy the illusion of peace far to gratefully, because no one likes the reality that things in the world aren’t going well.

 We buy the illusion, as long as the misfortunes don’t touch us.

 What does that make us?

 PS: Sorry for the disconnect between certain sentences, can’t really focus my thoughts today. :)
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