Being at peace with ourselves is the key to life
We grew up ...
We are used to a big body and wrinkles on our faces. We have houses full of unnecessary things. We have the latest model cars. When we open the closet, we find a variety of clothes, enough food in the kitchen to feed hungry Africans.
We grew up...
Various masks on our faces. Faces that reflect numbness, faces that seem to come out of a mold, looks that lack sincerity, even unlived lives "as if"...
We grew up
We have entered work environments where digging wells is considered a success and backbiting is considered an art. Being at peace with ourselves is the key to a healthy life.
Those who do not accept this become jealous, imitative, overly competitive and destructive. We learned that success is to crush others, success is to rise on someone else's back, success is to appear to produce without producing.
We grew up...
We applauded snakes that did not touch us with "Long live a thousand lives! "We applauded those who did not touch us, we tolerated disrespect as long as it was not done to us, we despised those who stood against injustice. We always criticized, we were always criticized, we criticized when we were alone.
The heart of nature should beat in the poet's poems
A poet is a good critic, one who denounces evil.
A poet has to be on the side of beauty, on the side of love.
One who does not purify his soul from evil cannot be called a poet.
We grew up
We gave up fighting life, we preferred to keep silent and submit. We had fewer options, we could either be right or we could be happy. We chose happiness, we gave up on the Right - the people. The person who hides the truth, who pretends, who gives the appearance of being happy all the time, who wants to look perfect, accumulates tons of weight.
He is a bronze statue with feet of clay.
We have grown up...
The more we grew, the smaller we became. We lost our dreaminess, we lost our humanity. Even though we had everything, we couldn't get enough. Our souls were hungry, open, naked.
I walk with heavy steps, ignoring the rain that has been falling for two days in a row. My eyes are drawn to the lofty snow-capped mountains that surround us on all sides. I feel like a warrior under siege by enemy armies. It is as if white armies will march and invade my heartland.
Just as deep fissures begin to form in the sun scorched land,
Love is the longing of all the cells of those deep crevices for the rains that will pour down from the clouds.
The clouds will offer love and from the fragrance of the earth, love will be exalted and flavor will blossom.
My body is too narrow for my heart. Then I realize that my steps are becoming more frequent and faster. My left side is a cliff. The melting snow waters have formed a small stream, its gurgling is now a unique melody in my ears. A person who does not trust cannot communicate, is not open, cannot develop deep and solid relationships, does not know how to build true friendships.
Without trust, there can be no relationship.
Insecurity is the lack of faith in you.
We grew up
We miss the past, we miss our past humanity. But we didn't make any effort, none of us could take off the unbecoming mask we put on our faces. We wanted someone to do it for us. As we grew up, we became lazy.
We grew up...
Seeing our hearts shrink.
We have grown...
Even knowing that we are petrified...
We grew up, we grew up
We grew so big, so big
We have become contemptuous of those who are not like us...…
