Disclaimer: The following paragraphs have nothing to do with reality. All characters and events presented are fictional and therefore should not be taken for granted.I was walking down a street, in a rainy night. It was cold. The street was empty. Only I was minding my own business, walking in a fast pace towards an unknown destination.I had 2 buckets in my hands. I remember they were heavy. I looked down to see what they were containing and to my surprise, I discovered that one of them had hate in it and the other had superficiality. Wow, those were the exact same things that I hated most about this world. Now, what was I doing with them in a rainy night, walking down some empty streets? That I cannot answer.
Then You woke me up. You whispered in my ear: "Hey! It was all just a dream, relax." Suddenly, a pleasant warmth took control over my body, over my heart. Your voice made all that happen. Is that not love? Your voice always calms me down, gives me comfort when I'm in need, cheers me up when I'm sad or brings me back to reality when I'm over my feet. Is that not love?
A couple of days ago I saw a movie called "Enchanted". It reminded me that I still believe in fairy tales. I believe that we are supposed to live happily ever after, in a world where money are of no importance...where there are no wars, where people live in peace with each other...with their true soul-mates. But that is a dream world, right? There will always be hate, superficiality, "interests" to protect, innocent people to suffer, weak people to exploit and so on and so forth. It makes me sick just to think about it... Maybe a "fairy tale lovers club" should be formed..a society where people would meet, spend some quality time together and live happily together. Yes, that would probably be an ideal society, a society which might attract the envy of all other people, maybe like that robot city from the Animatrix, a prosperous city with no conflicts and a growing economy. Wouldn't that be interesting?
I'm dreaming. There are no such things as princesses and castles and dungeons and dragons. Or you can't see them that easily. You have to look deeper, you have to look closely, otherwise the surface will not betray what lies within each of us...each character, each mind, each heart.
Regardless of what the New Media and Wikis class may or may not have taught you, I think posts like this are the reason why you should consider going back to blogging. You weren't doing it for the attention then and you wouldn't do it for the attention now, but some of the thoughts you wrote down here are really valuable. Shame I'm no skilled reader of Romanian, because I'm sure there's more of that.
RăspundețiȘtergereWe've got a connection, man, and once I'm completely out of my headcage and more or less back to stability (keep in mind you've known the not-so-stable Jan all along), it'll develop still. And I mean complete honesty in conversation, not necessarily sharing a lager now and then (see the chat we had way back in the day in the Gambelas night bus or the revealing terrace talk not too long ago). In the meantime, I got your back, and I think you should jumpstart the blog again and spread it around, because it shows a different side of the Tudor most people know.
You can claim to know a person only superficially if you aren't familiar with his thoughts. Make more people snap out of the superficiality you so despise.
PS I know people who believe that no fundamental change can come to a person's character. Respectfully disagree; the little changes are what shape us, but sometimes there comes an unexpected shocker that takes us in another direction. Having said that, just to compare and contrast, I'd like to have known Tudor A.D. 2007 as well; you might have considered it interesting to have met Jan 2007 yourself, because I think we both are slightly different people than we were back in the day.
Excuse the length of the above, but I hope you can tell it was written with sincerity.
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