Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The limit is the sky
Looking at the sky always sets you free. I always thought that stars are dead people's soul. Their energy that became light, and although they are dead, their light runs till our ages.
I adore rain. So, every cloud is like a promise to me. ''Someone is crying up there'', tears of joy, never of sadness.
Τhe wind is for sadness. Wind don't let the clouds burst into ''tears''. Sadness doesn't cry. The wind doesn't let the clouds redeem themselves. Sadness never cries.
Sunshine is something not that innocent. Something not that important to me, although i live in a sunny country. I was always suspicious of the sun. Sun lets you see everything, every little detail( even those you don't want to see), but sun never lets you look right back at him. You don't have anything but a blurred image of the sun.
Some say happiness is a state of mind. Others say happiness is a decision. Others believe happiness is hiding in moments.
I say you should search for happiness in the blue hours. The time of the day, a little bit after the sunset, where there is still enough light to see things clear
and enough darkness to concentrate, and watch everything else but you.
Happiness is the moment you can really see, and not just look at, the world.
The world. Not your world, with you in the center of the universe.
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