Friday, April 14, 2006

Easter story

it's said that there was a son of the god who came to the land of sinners. It's said that he died for our salvation. It's said that we are sinners because we are born as humans who had very disobedient parents - Adam and Eve. It's said that it's their fault that some of us are going to fry in hell. Very sad story about the world, isn't it? It's believed that we can escape from the circle of destiny if we are Christians. In other way, we will die without hope which Christians are given every year in the time of Easter.
The man is hanging on the cross, several copies in each town. He's tortured and exhausted and suffering extremely. He's painful and sad. He has almost lost his faith. However, the great aid - DEATH is rescuing him and taking to the kingdom of Father. We are sitting with our families around the table and celebrate the moment of his Resurrection. Because it's said that he returns every year and starts the path across our hearts to let us die and resurrect on our own.
Today, on Good Friday, we are hanging on the cross, tortured, exhausted and suffering extremely. We are looking forward to die.

Monday, April 10, 2006

four months

hmmm. Amazing is "time". It's April now. I'm older and I lost my friend. My world broke into millions of pieces. I was depressed and now... Now I start talking about it. It was a scene in one film that two guys are talking about their sister who has already died and one says: "Go home and check. Potatoes are boiling in a pot, nothing has really changed in your life". Incredible. It's a very slight change, although it is, it really modifies your thinking about the world, yourself, surrounding, days, time, love. It doesn't change your life dramatically but it changes you completely.
So, it's April now and I begin to live a quite normal life. Four months. Quite a long time indeed.
My work makes me sad and hopeless. I can't stand some strange ways of thinking. Problems which are not problems and problems which are problems however there is nobody to admit: there is a problem, really.
Try to play someone's game
and you are lost,
can't win because
there are other rules
which don't suit you,
it's not your skin.
Try it on
and look
like in a mask,
like in disguise.
Cannot live
in someone else,
try another day
to find your own way.
So easy to write, so hard to act.