I often post something from the drawer of draft, because it's too hard for me to turn my "deeper" thoughts into words. I'm rather an introvert. I'm not able to talk about "nothing", talk for hour about how I'm doing, what's new in my life ... I can't do it and I don't enjoy it. Wherever I go people see me as the quiet or shy girl, because I just can't talk about "common" things. I can talk for ages about my future plantt, debate about religion, death, global problems ... But no everyone wants to talk about these topics. So I often feel like an idiot when people talk normally and I can't join them. Meanwhile I'm just sitting there and milions of thoughts are swirling in my head.
Here, I want to be real, I want to be myself. In this post I'd like to let you into my head .. I was writting about anything that came across my mind. At the end, I started thinking about the life purpose. So, yeah. Maybe I may be quiet. But my mind is never silent.
I'm going to start with something tragic and scary. Yesterday I rarely read news on the Internet. thirty-eight Muslim nanny killed four years old girl in Moscow (she worked as a nanny for the family for a year and a half). Then she walked down the streets with severed head of the child and she shouted something in Arabic. Four years old Nastya had both parents and 15 years old brother. She was ill and she couldn't walk. Her parents went to China because of her treatments and they were saving money for another treatment in Germany.
I still can't believe it. How is it possible that in this "modern age" anything so horrible can happen? What a twisted world we live in?
I've alwazs had problems with news like this. When I was younger I often wasn't able to fall asleep in the evening. Sometimes it was because I read some desription of a horror movie on the internet. But sometimes I read some hottible tragic real news. I was especially frightened when I heard about someone who killed or hurt a little child (and if the person was a parent ... oh my god!). I had stomachache, I was cold, shaking .. like if the coldness and the darkness of the world touched me. I didn't understand how anyone can do something like this. I felt all the emotions of the survivors. And when the killed kid had a sibling, it was even worse. In my mind I saw the scene, when someone has to tell the tragic new to the kid ...
What are those people good for? People, who don't bring anything good to the world, who bring only horror and suffering of innocent people. Why those people who help others or the people with unusual talent - die so early? And some people walk in this world for hundred years, they have awful relationship with their family, they have no friends, they are not happy about anything and their life is empty and sad. But they're still here. Like if the galaxy(/destiny/god - whatever you want) gave them a chance to wake up and bring some light, something positive to this world. Well .. isn't it the life purpose? Making this world a little bit more beautiful? And you don't have to discover a new medicine, or make immortal art ... even the shop assistant in supermarket can do it, if he/she smiles at people and gives them the positive energy. And the baker can also do his/her work and bake with love. A teacher can teach the new generation wiith patieence, willingness and understanding. Our life should bring some light to the world. Otherwise this world will be a sad, dark place ...
Here, I want to be real, I want to be myself. In this post I'd like to let you into my head .. I was writting about anything that came across my mind. At the end, I started thinking about the life purpose. So, yeah. Maybe I may be quiet. But my mind is never silent.
I'm going to start with something tragic and scary. Yesterday I rarely read news on the Internet. thirty-eight Muslim nanny killed four years old girl in Moscow (she worked as a nanny for the family for a year and a half). Then she walked down the streets with severed head of the child and she shouted something in Arabic. Four years old Nastya had both parents and 15 years old brother. She was ill and she couldn't walk. Her parents went to China because of her treatments and they were saving money for another treatment in Germany.
I still can't believe it. How is it possible that in this "modern age" anything so horrible can happen? What a twisted world we live in?
I've alwazs had problems with news like this. When I was younger I often wasn't able to fall asleep in the evening. Sometimes it was because I read some desription of a horror movie on the internet. But sometimes I read some hottible tragic real news. I was especially frightened when I heard about someone who killed or hurt a little child (and if the person was a parent ... oh my god!). I had stomachache, I was cold, shaking .. like if the coldness and the darkness of the world touched me. I didn't understand how anyone can do something like this. I felt all the emotions of the survivors. And when the killed kid had a sibling, it was even worse. In my mind I saw the scene, when someone has to tell the tragic new to the kid ...
Vidim to uplne stejne, i se vsemi pocity... A nekdy mam pocit, ze jsem si spletl planetu. A pak si zase nekdy rikam, ze nas, keri vidime o kousek dal, nest tu tíži.
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