Strangers in the streets

Indeed it is strange when you see a person just talking to himself and trying to get everyone else's attention in this way. At first sight you decide that this person is crazy and that's the end of the story.

But have you tried to figure out what has forced this man (or woman of course) to talk to strangers and walk around the city with no particular direction? I may say that I have not although I've always wanted to know what's the back story of such behavior. They must have been through a lot and all they want is to share their story with someone else, but someone else who doesn't run away as soon as they approach him.

For example, if you see a man just playing the guitar in the subway, would you just pass him with a disgusted look which shows neglect, or would you give him a coin and just stand nearby and listen to the wonderful music he makes?

Everyone has his own story and most people choose how to share it, either by playing an instrument, giving some strange speeches , singing, and a lot more. They shouldn't be considered "some piece of junk which isn't able to find a job" because they have chosen to do this (or at least some of them as there are people which are forced to do this so that they can earn some money). Who knows, they can even be managers of some big companies and this is their only getaway from the job. They might even have big talent and are just are waiting to be found.

Once, an old man starting talking to me in the underground. I just sat next to him and he started explaining me how to cook beans but, as he said, how to cook them the right way. I listened while he was telling me at what temperature it should be cooked, what should I add to make it more tasty, etc. Then he made me repeat what he said to make sure that I was listening to him and after I told him every speck of the recipe, he gave me a candy as a prize. When I got off the underground I felt so strange because of the thing that had just happened to me. 'Why did this old man start talking to me?' I asked myself. Apparently, he wanted to share something with someone and I was nearby so I was the one he chose.

It was a coincidence which made me think about people and what they want to tell. They might have deep thoughts which they cannot share with anyone and the easier way is to tell them to someone they might not even meet again. Through singing, playing and instrument and a lot more, people can share what they think without making the others around them feel sympathy for them. They just brighten people's day and in that way they both share their hidden thoughts and in the same way, make people smile.

HI again!

HI! I haven't written for a long time but I have an excuse for that. When I started writing, I never finished my post because I couldn't think of anything more to write.

Now, however I am going to tell you about a recent experience I had.

You know when you have friends, you don't want to act stupid so that they don't leave you? Well, I always felt like that when I was with them. I realized, however, that this should not be like that. I should be myself when I'm with friends but not an invisible ghost afraid to show its true identity.

I had a big fight with one of my best friends (let's call her Y)because I greeted someone she doesn't like and according to her, "does not give a shit about me." C'mon. I think I am the

one who decides whether to like and greet someone or not, not she. After that, she stopped talking to me and along with that, other friends of mine stopped talking to me as well because they decided to take her side. I think that no one should take any sides because I don't want to make them hate her but just want to keep my friendship with them. It doesn't matter anymore... With this experience I realized who my true friends are and who like the real me. It looks like that for my friend, it was too big cost to pay, to talk to me again, the 'not cool' one.

Of course Y blocked me in facebook and skype which shows her not caring anymore for me. She passes me if we met as if we do not know each other.

Who cares? I don't care anymore and it looks like she doesn't care anymore as well.

I like who I am now without feeling regrets of what I've done. I shouldn't, right?

I do not search for approval or something but just want to share my

disappointment in the ones I thought loved and cared for me. I trusted them and when there was an opportunity, they decided to leave me. OK...

They lose.

After all, shouldn't we be grateful for those friends who stay rather than for those who leave us?

P.S. Listen to this song. It's wonderful.

Another P.S. :D Soon I will tell you about my secong experience in "Open Microphone" and if you want to give me ideas about future posts, be my guests. ((:

Life..

The same day. It is the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday, etc. and tomorrow will be the same, too. I feel that my life will continue the same way and there won't be a moment that has the power to change this monotonousness.

I get up in the morning and I know what to do, what will happen and so on. I know the order of the events that day and along with that the problems I'm going to face. I don't want it to be that way. There should be an exciting moment that will make you feel the difference, that will make you feel the freedom. People should enjoy their life as much as they can so that they don't regret that they have missed something. Sometimes, they need to risk in order to get more. I have a perfect quote for that -

"Life is so short... Sometimes, even one miracle is enough." Krasimir Bachkov.

People think that if something is, for example, forbidden they shouldn't try it but they are wrong. Of course, you shouldn't search for strong sensations but you should strive to do things that in a matter of time would increase your happiness, that will make your life interesting. After all, this is your life, isn't it?

a person ...don't judge him before you see his soul...

Think about people as people. You see a person and make conclusions before even meeting him because of his appearance or what people have talked about him. Don't you think that's unfair for him? He may not look the way you want him to, but that doesn't mean to check him off of your "good" list.

The soul of a person shows who he really is. I don’t say that you have to see everybody’s soul before creating an opinion about him, but at least try. Perhaps, you will be amazed of the result because that person could become a very close person of yours.

I’ve made wrong conclusions and now I understand that. I have judged people because of their appearance and what people have talked about them. Thankfully, I have “seen” their soul and made my own opinion by them without being influenced by other people.

What I suggest is not to talk or think bad things about person you don’t know because he may appear to be a good one. You will be pleased with the decision you have made when you get to know him. (of course, it may appear that the person is just as the others have talked but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a purpose to do so)

time.

Take a picture, take a painting, take a book. Look at it, try to read it. Think about it. Now wait ten years.

And now , ten years later, look at it. It feel s quite different, isn't it? You feel many different things from your previous observations.

Time changes things. Not the paintings or the books have changed, it is you that has. People change the way they look at them. At first, you thought it was just a stupid book that you threw away. Later, you think that is the greatest book you've ever read.

Of course, we change... we are meant to be. If we didn't change we would have stayed the same babies who could only cry and do anything else.

Sometimes, I think how everybody changes. There are moments when I realize that one who has been, for example, a shy person, has turned into a social one.

I state all these things to say that time changes things. You may think that you will never get over a pain but several years later you realize that haven't thought about it for a while.

All we are...

What we are is a very strange question. You may ask how can I not know who I am. I will tell you. Everybody acts differently in front of different people. They change in the situation they are put. Nobody knows who he is... Everybody acts the way other people act who act the way other people act and in that way a cycle is made in which everybody is nobody.

When you realize that the way you've acted in front of some of your friends is not a way you like, it is not who you are, it is somebody else. When you understand that, you will try to avoid all the things you've done against your will so that you can be a "cool" one. I would tell you to find the friends with whom this secret in told and is not hidden anymore, who you care about and who care about you.

Can you look at your old pictures? Can you look at yourself? You will think how could you have looked that way, dressed that way, acted that way. After you have done that can you think of the changes you have made in order to look like you look now. Believe me, you will think about the people that have changed you and not how you changed yourself. Everybody imitates everybody and in that way everybody is nobody. There is not a unique person in dressing, acting, etc., there are only copies of one.

You will think how can you change this. You want to be a unique one and not a copy? In the way you look, you have been influenced by others, in the way you act, you , again, have been influenced by others. Then you will ask how can everybody tell you that you are unique when you are not. This is what I will tell you. Everybody is unique in his own way. He might be influenced by others but will always have one part which is only his, which nobody could get, which nobody could imitate. It will be like a secret which will never be revealed to anybody but you...

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright....

A week ago there was an "Open Mic" event in my school. There everybody shared their talent, either by singing or beat-boxing, or even reading a poem (which could be theirs but could be another person's that has inspired them).

I participated in the "singing part" with two boys- Stefcho and Toni. Stefcho beat-boxed, Toni sang the verses and I sang the chorus. I was so stressed that you cannot imagine. I had to sing only the chorus which was two lines and was so anxious. I stood there next to my friends and could feel my whole body shaking and getting hotter and hotter. Thank God, there were my friends. They were standing right next to me and were calming me down. At some point, it worked but after that came our turn and I became even more nervous. We went in front of the audience and I could imagine my face-full with fear. Stefcho started his part and Toni joined him. I could feel all the faces looking at me. I knew that my part was coming and had to handle myself. I looked towards my friends and there they were, standing so late in school for me. Then I heard the last word of the verse and I started to sing. I opened my mouth and the words just went out of there. Some of my friends stood up and started clapping and my confidence came back to me. When I finished, Toni continued with the second verse. I was so pleased that hadn't lost my conscience (;d). When we finished, I could hear the clapping of the whole audience and something in my made me smile. There was it, my minute of fame.

During that "concert" there were a lot of things that I liked. The two poems I most liked were one, written by a student whose name is Deya, and the other one, written by the poet William Blake and was read by a teacher in the school.

The poem written by Deya cannot be described. It was just an expression of her feelings and she had done that in such a beautiful way.

The other poem was "The Tyger." The teacher that presented it read the text with such strength, with power in his voice. He made the audience repeat the first verse several times till we learn it. I still remember it. This poem filled me with so different feeling. You have to feel it in order to understand it and that is what the teacher made us. We took part in the reading and in that way, I believe, everybody understood it.

"Open Mic" event was a very interesting, intriguing event, that I would really like to be repeated.

Here I will post you the poem "The Tyger."

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire in thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art?
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand, and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


William Blake