Move along

There is a theory which claims that human beings have a finite amount of heartbeats. How many heartbeats have I used up until this second? How many beats do I have left? How many minutes, days or even years I’ve taken away from my life? I have no idea and to be honest I’m not sure I want to know the answer to neither of the questions above mentioned .

Somebody once told me that ice cold hands are a sign of sincerity. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.

 

Everything is so chaotic and the general feeling is overwhelming. It feels like I am on a train that is racing through endless and unknown territories, but does not show any sign of slowing down. Its speed hinders me from seeing anything around me and all the other passengers seem to be engrossed in their own misery. Everybody keeps looking out the window, yet nobody can catch a glimpse of the landscape, nor acknowledge the presence of other human beings. It’s like everybody is trapped inside a word that they themselves had created. It’s only the dirty window that catches their attention. Eyes and ears are unable to process the information since every frame seems to be changing with an incredible speed and you’re left alone, in front of the ever-changing surroundings.

 

Reminder is the undeniable proof that something actually happened and that is why people find it hard to let go of the past. Even though memories are often painful, they surface in random moments and you can’t keep them under control. They are similar to the water that flows through a creek and the unpredictable nature provides them from being controlled.

 

You are so naïve if you believe that people are “good” by nature. People usually thrive on the pain of their fellow equals. Just like you thrive on your own pain.

Nu e suficient de nervoasa. Asta trebuie sa fie problema. Sau si-a pierdut increderea in sine. Unele lucruri nu le poate recunoaste nici fata de ea. De atat de mult timp incearca sa inteleaga, dar parca acum nimic nu mai are sens. Cu cat se gandeste mai mult, cu atat are impresia ca intelege mai putin.

 

Poate ca de-a lungul vietii intalnim o singura persoana care sa se asemene cu noi in proportie de 90%. Asta daca suntem norocosi. Sau nu. Inca nu ma pot hotari.