25 WAYS TO COMMUNICATE RESPECT

 (Or Let Us Think about Hypocrisy for a Moment)

Commentary on this article: http://lovinglifeathome.com/2012/08/06/25-ways-to-communicate-respect/ [cited: 1/8/2014]

So, I stumbled upon this in the internet… And it thoroughly pissed me off. It’s not that I’d disagree with everything, but the way it’s written… Seriously, people, I know this is trying to send a good message, but at least in my case, it’s failing miserably.

DEAR L.

You have the most magnificent wings

I could imagine,

Drawn in the shades

Of knowledge and bravery.

Even if no one can see it,

You hold the world in your hands,

And jump off the rooftops

Only to soar on the wind.

One day,

You’ll spread those wings

Across the horizon of the universe,

Take what is yours,

And forever part with the ground.

And maybe,

Maybe you’ll tear off a piece of a cloud

And let it float down

Like a snowflake

Until it falls

Onto my outstretched hands.

TRAVEL: HEAVEN OR HELL

(Or What to Do When You're at This Wonderful Place And You Cling to Bad Poetry in Your Head)

Travelling sounds  wonderful. Seeing things, meeting new people, discovering different cultures and habits. You might be travelling with friends, especially in the high school/college years. I mean, a group of people you like to hang out with, exciting new places, and no one to tell you what to do—what's not to like?

OBLIGATION TO JOY

(Or What Happens on Christmas)

Let me rant about this lovely holiday for a moment. Or about how overrated and blown out of proportion it is. We all know the streets light up in beginning of November (if the city leaders have some sense) or in October (if they don’t). There’s the shopping frenzy, the movies, true values are forgotten, yadda, yadda, yadda. Okay. This doesn’t bother me in and of itself. What bothers me is the fact that all this is supposed to make us happy.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

   ~Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

EVERY GHOST TOWN HAS A LIFE

(Or I Love My Stupid City, and I Never Even Knew)

Maribor, Slovenia.

It doesn’t seem like anything special. Truth to be told, it probably isn’t, just a town with its history and its present, with its strengths and weaknesses, bad roads, and so many cobblestones, and narrow allies that smell like piss.

The thing is...

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

~-Johann Wolfgang Van Goethe