The one that can’t be moved

       Oh, another day has come and I, I feel again as lonely and as misunderstood as I felt yesterday. Oh if I could just walk by myself for only once in my life, Lord, wouldn’t that be great and if only by miracles’ touch I could talk and fill myself with laughter would it make me happier. I can’t sing as others or join people when they are dancing.

       Oh, I still remember how the group of people that are now adults were shaking their bodies and smiled to the all mighty sun while being kids. Oh, but that was such a long time ago, when I was strong and envied by my other friends because oh, was I feared by all the others. And now, now I feel as sad as I can be and oh, if only I had human eyes to shed a tear and help the ground that has kept me still for such a long time I would and oh, if I had a mouth I would scream from the top of my longs and oh, how much I’d want skin so that I could feel pain and chills every time something would amaze me. But in the end, I am just a humble stone and oh, do I desire a heart, that magical let’s say object that has a certain time when it actually bursts into millions of beats and oh, how I’d want to feel like I’m in love but…

      Oh another day has come and I, I feel again as lonely and as misunderstood as I felt yesterday. So as I stay and stare at the burning sun that waits for the moon to take its place, please tell me, you the one that cannot hear the silence and look me in the eyes, would you trade your life for mine at least until tomorrow will become the new yesterday?

Can’t expect the unexpected

    Lisa Shue once said: “I don’t have high expectations anymore. Maybe they’ve just been beaten out of me." I wonder if I can 100% relate… I do! Or maybe…
    I confess. Turning 17 was quite a challenge for me. It was difficult because my life expectations were different when I was younger.
    What did I expect? I expected I would be successful by the time I would have made it to high school. According to the ways we define success in our culture, basically, I would have had more of an easy and luxurious life waiting for me to embrace it, at least a house, actually several, in a few exotic locations, probably a lot of money, a wonderful relationship full of romance and childish yet mature enough acts that would never tear me and my amazing soul mate apart. My life expectations from the outside view would have fit all the cultural categories of a successful self-made soon to become man. I would have been famous, happy and wealthy.

     I used to believe that life will bring me only joy.  By the time I would have gotten old enough not to be able to move myself in the opposite direction the world usually revolves itself, giving up on fighting for something and let myself slide alongside with the Earth, I would have had all the things I desired.  Unfortunately, I was as wrong as I could have possibly been.

    Life does not give you anything for free or as Mark Twain says it, “Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.” Many believe that making expectations will help them achieve their whishes because they need something to attach to, they need to have some faith in their own power of will but yet again, honestly being said, humans greed will never let him be happy or satisfied with what he has. It’s never good enough.

    Now, I can say that I do not have so many expectations from life for it is never known what will come, what obstacles we will need to face, what opportunities we will decline and so on. So yes! I confess. Turning 17 was quite a challenge for me. It was difficult because my life expectations were different when I was younger and now… I will go with the idea that I don’t have high expectations anymore. Maybe they’ve just been beaten out of me or maybe…