Birthdays are funny, they come, they come, they come but they take, they give, they take and then take again… Isn’t it?
Do you disagree with an old grumpy disgruntled man?
Alright then, the post here today is to say, thanks to a mother essentially.
I give all credits to her, and not to no one else for giving me this chance to visit this another mother called Planet Earth which I wouldn’t have ever thought of, on my own.
To her, foremost and above all – it is not my day but her day for being this power that brought me to this life.
To the love of lord, this is nothing that is mine but everything that is hers and may she rule me as long as she wishes for I am all hers and this day, belongs to her and not to me.
Not many I know see things the way I see and again I tell ya, this is the gift not all get but those who get and give, are the powerful ones, none that most others can appreciate.
To the love of my life, mother she is, just like this mother earth with trees, that I can hug and disappear in the woods for a while and recharge my soul endless times.
Thank you my dear creator for giving me this chance and this one is for you!
World over, this is a given fact what makes you feel good, may not work for someone else unless it takes off that stress which is either taken off by drugs, sex or coffee but in certain cases, there is a therapy above all of this that calls for nothing but just you and yourself to experience its magic.
Nothing they say makes you feel better unless it is the fresh air, in this case really fresh and something that makes your blood roar, roar like it never has before, to kick your Adrenalin running.
Well, no this is a different kind of a “Therapy” – it is known as motorcycling and IF it is not in your blood, I warn you do not do it – It is not a seasonal exotic luxury that most people here in Europe treat it as, this is where I repeat – it is not for everyone.
Sometimes in life, you do things that makes you feel connected to who you are and it is in your blood, not in your show off fancy expensive motorcycle or in your Adventure embedded clothes and stickers on the motorcycle… I do not belong to your category of Adventures or being called stupid because this is what you do not have or will never have in you because you were not born with it!!
Adrenalin rush included with endorphins released as I push to extremes knowing that I have that throttle in my right hand and I forget about everything else, this is where I leave everything else behind, my past, my present and I only see what is in front of me – letting me release my demons with a fear that one single mistake and I will be in the gutter! (or worse, yes I have been there too- broke a shoulder but came out alive).
This is my therapy session, in real wonderful below zero°C temperature and the windchill that cleanses everything else that holds me fearless. (As I said, with a warning, this therapy is not for you if you do not know how to) – The threshold is those three digits that counts which kicks in fast but knowing my limits.. I am my own man.
I say no more, those words are mine and for me only… You enjoy the pictures and feel whatever else you want to feel other than my words. These words may not mean anything to you.
The session is done for today, once I found myself.. and told myself … everything that only matters to me… the soul listens!!
To feel life, one must take this rollercoaster that goes down at a pace of 100miles per hour and gets back to the top of the hump at 50miles per hour, coming back down at a pace of 120miles per hour… that in essence is our life – the only challenge is there is no actual known track of its end and the end in itself is the true end of it, sadly put together!!
Till eternity, you would feel that being emotional is sometimes the same as being treated weak or a reason enough for people to find that this shell defies the logic of happiness or generates more happiness. A lot of this depends on your upbringing in its own. Being ignorant, for not being able to open up for your feelings, to be shut down to express yourself, is a killer in its ownself, sometimes pushing hard to make you choose wrong decisions, sometimes these decisions go down the chain till you realize, in all of this – you, yourself was in the driving seat but you were either too deep on a different level to see and understand your surroundings that the rollercoaster of life just took you through the high and low of it. You feel nothing till something jerks and makes you feel so weak, that next downslide will be not easy, or the grind back up to the top, it is rough.
One after the another, the only major challenge that stands is the “time” that you lose between each of this loop that completes one circle of high and low. Life never stays the same but this hard given factor is, you lose more than you have gained and this Rollercoaster takes the shape of flat line until the next hoop of excitement starts.
This life is just a “Rollercoaster” we succumb to our own selves to realize people are just people, they have a tendency sometimes to make us feel in this rollercoaster, pulling us up and down but in the end, they are just the passengers we allowed them to sit next to us. Some take more, way more, the time, the feelings and some take less, but each wrong person siting next to you is your own fault because you allowed them to be next to you but then if you blocked them in the first instance, you wouldn’t have known if they would have been enough to accept your company in the first high or low because they just joined you for a ride.
Sometimes, it is how everything goes – You at the end of it all, are responsible, not the other one. They have a right to their own feelings, which sometimes are only till the first hump of this ride or little more or … you have to feel it yourself. Our modern day life and its enigma is people tend to feel bored too soon, as soon as the flat line develops in this ride, they have tendencies to not accept you as the person they liked in first instance to pick the seat with you but then, they got used to you to let you know, that the colors of yours are not same as they expected… Circle of entanglements, separations, distances, emotions, they all fade away in no time but this ride is never same – sometimes it is just you letting them sit next to you and at other times, they welcoming someone else, for who knows what the future holds!!
In the Silence of dark,
the time ticks, stops for no one
everything moves to its beats, skips nothing
this earth, sky, the vivid creatures
In the Silence of dark,
the wind blows, always in a direction of its own
howling to others, hurting when its cold, forgives no one
this nature, its creations, the vivid creatures
In the Silence of dark,
the time ticks, stops for no one
moving time, howling winds
creatures of comforts – always disruptive, always in illusions
In the Silence of dark
– MB 02012020
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