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Beautiful morning. A space for sanity

I open sun drenched eyes to a blue sky and a haze of early summer. My palms are moist from the grass beneath me. And my cheeks warm and pink from the shameless caress of the sun.
I find myself looking up into vastness and eternity, blue truth and blurred beauty. A still morning.
I smell the cries of the night on the grass under me and the glisten of trees around me. It had been so sad i presume. Yet with the morning, the sun runs all its desire to light the world and save it from the misery of the night.
A beautiful life they say, come get away. A creation in its own and a mystery to the core. A giant success and a painful let down all in one still effortless morning.
So i get up and look around. I look for the door that i had used to enter. This beautiful morning is a state, a situation that i looked for in every pair of eyes i gazed upon. I squeezed it out of every wonder and every smile. I posessed it when i held a loving hand and met a genuine friend.
I love it with all the goodness in me, yet i fear losing my passage to it. For when the chaos grows too inredibly loud i do lose it. I forget where that door to it stood. I imagine it and cry for it. I mourn it.
i search above and beneath me for it everytime. It is never easy to relocate. So one would understand how real i am in that place.
So why am i in such a hurry to leave now that im here?
I love the solitude of it and the simplicity. It speaks so clearly to me, i hear myself unsensored here. So i sit back down, i spread my arms apart and lay my head on the most appealing shade of green grass.
No confusion, no shame, no pride, no stupidity or ignorance.
I close my eyes and rest assured for when i am here, under the vision of clarity and this sweet surrender; the world can wait, it has to. For the sake of my sanity it stands still.

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Post “Kite Runner” ideas.

I recently finished reading The kite Runner for Khaled Hosseini. Breathtaking.

The character that was simply overwhelming was Hassan. How can someone be that good, so loyal and so sincere? Is it mere fiction for such people to live among us? The person who is so content with his reality and one who desperately wants to save you no matter what. He is the avid friend, the genuine raw human. Some might consider him naive but that is far from the truth. He is a hero, one who was undermined by his society and the cruelty of people’s judgement. He lived with peace and with honor. He believed that everyone was as good as him. Yet his life proved him wrong. Does  the “Hassan” exist? i personally am in big doubt about that.

The idea here is, when did we stop being the best humans we could be?..when did we become so materialistic and lacking essential humane traits?  when did we begin mistaking goodness for stupidity and naivety? i do believe that goodness in its purest form exists, we just never know how to deal with it. We ruin purity and we purge genuine behavior. I speak out of personal experience when i talk about corruption and double standards. People have stopped looking one another in the eyes.

The “Hassan” does exist in each person hopefulyy but we need to have more trust in that side of us. We need to find strength in our goodness and not need to cheat our way through to make it. I am young and i hear that this is a cruel world. Well, i surely think that us humans have made it this way. The animals and the trees have kept their ends of the bargain, but we are the ones trespassing our natural roles.

I pray that i always find the balance between hope and reality, between practicality and ambition. I pray that when i read this 10 or 20 years from now, id be wise enough to laugh at how seriously ive been taking my life. Because bottom line is, there is humor, and terror, there is passion and simplicity. It is eventually up to us to choose which side to believe in life.

The Kite Runner was an eye opener. And a story for every person.