Multiple Universes

We live in multiple universes, in multiple realities. That is the truth! We each see the world via a different lens. It's strange when you really wrap your head around it. You suddenly feel all alone, because the truth is, you are alone in your own world. Earth, most literally, becomes a scary place to live in. Like back when you were a child, even closing your eyes was scary. When you come to think about it, the earth really is just like a dream world. We each live in our own, and somehow assume that everyone else lives in the same one, or some place similar to it. Further more, we tend to fool ourselves that we can relate (or better yet, understand) how the other person is experiencing life.
The truth is, there are countless realities, parallel realities, if I may. They co-exist because the choice is not that big, they just have to co-exist.

 Now Playing: Lorde - Royal

The Weak Boys

The weak boys that pretend to be strong.
And..
The strong boys that pretend to be weak.

There are the two categories that men can be classified in. Yes, we're not supposed to classify people in groups, generalize. But then again, our lives pivot around the idea that we belong to certain groups.
We identify ourselves based on what we are and what we have been taught that we are. I am a girl, so I put myself in the girl-group. Then it goes on based on race and ethnicity. Next on is the income group, where are we -what social group do we belong in? The list goes on, based on interests, based on religious and political views. Ultimately we place ourselves in groups, and in the end it it one group in specific that means the most to us. And then I question, who am I? 

And who are you? What is the most important thing to you? Who do you want people to see first?

Just Do It

I DID IT! (:

No Face

Imagine no one would have a face and everything that we do would make up our identity. Or we could all have the same face. You understand the basic of this thought? So you would not be judged based on your looks, or race, or even gender; but your own actions. Further more, you would not be limited by the label that the society has attached to you. If you're a woman in Pakistan, you're barely considered as a living being. Where as if you had a face like everyone else, then you could do all the things that he, she or he is doing. I believe that's what the world should aim for... But that's just me.

Čukst

Gar vecām rindu mājām aiztek emociju vilnis. Es rakstu tev vēstuli. Domās tā jau sen ir aploksnē ar marku, apzīmogota un ceļā uz tavu Ģertrūdes ielu. Bet patiesībā tā nav. Patiesība ir nedaudz novītusi, nav papīra lapas. Rezerves pildspalvai beigusies tinte, un nepietiek naudas, lai iegādātos markas. Pavisam atklāti, arī īstie vārdi vēl nav piemeklēti. Bet te nu es esmu, rakstu tev vēstuli.

Vakar sākās aukstuma stundas. Tās vairs nebūs skaitāmas, tas vairs nebūs noslepkavots vasaras karstums. Būs parasts ziemeļu rudens, pat pārejas posms tiek izlaists. Arī brīnumi kā atvasara šai malā nenotiek.

Iedalītas ir domāšanas kārtis. Nekas nav paredzams. Ak, ko melo, paredzams ir viss, bet Antiņam bail kāpt stikla kalnā. Tur nepieciešama vīza, un jāsakrāj daudz zelta. Tomēr impulsi dzen uz vēl neesošām robežām. Tie dzen mani tālāk no tevis. Nebēdā draugs, es arī no citiem plašumiem sūtīšu tev vēstules.

You'll never know the truth

Here it goes, something that can not be explained, and can not be fully understood. We shall dance till the morning light. We shall kiss as the sun comes up. We shall stay together from the moment the light is off. But then when it will be bright again, i'll be gone. You can not expect me to stay. You can dream, and hope, but you'll  always know that the sunlight will bring us apart.

Stay, and enjoy this night. We can watch a movie, or two. We could turn the music up, or take a cold shower.. together of course. We could make babies, small tiny babies. We could bake cakes. You like cakes, don't you? How about a chocolate one? We could break my one and only umbrella and then go jogging in the rain. We'd go bare foot, just because you would have forgotten how to tie your shoe laces. We'd wash the streets with imaginary love. We would dream small dreams, and make them look big. We could knit in different colours and patterns. Don't worry, i'd show you how. We could trace back our history to ancient times, and find out which king or queen could be an ancerstor of yours or mine. It's us, just the two of us all night long.  Like a one night stand you would have me, and i would have you. We would take it all, and then part as very good friends. The difference being that we would never see each other again. Maybe in the deepest dreams, the ones you forget the second you open your eyes in the morning. That's it: it will all seem like a sweet dream. We will be together, but then the sun will rise.

Dance

If I could I would learn how to dance salsa, I would dance all night long. The rain drops would fall and cover the ground. I'll be bare foot, and so will be you. There would be live music. The notes would invade our souls and we would forget that there is anything else in the world, but me and you, and the infinite sounds that make us dance. The moon would be full, so there wouldn't be fake lanterns above our heads. The wind would be calm and gentle. Our hands would touch, would fit like two pieces of a puzzle. We would never let go. I would be in a dress. While I would dance with you, the dress would dance with the rain. There would be only the two of us and yet there would be way more than that.

But when the morning will come, the musicians will stop. The sun will come up and brighten the streets. You will go back to where you came from. I will stay in the rain. 

The other girl

There is this girl that lives with me in my room. We fight. We fight a lot. We fight all the time. We fight too much. It is because we are very different people. When ever i like something she thinks it is the worst thing in the entire world. And the things she adores make me puke. She is the south and i am the north. Total opposites. She never listens to me. She does things that annoy me. She treats people differently. She has a very different perspective on life. She gives me hard time when it comes to eating. She says i eat too much and that i am too fat already. I can't fit in my old jeans. She tells me that i pay too little attention to my school work and that my bad marks are just the proof of that. She tells me that i don't know how to get friends and that i don't understand people. One day she told me that the career that i plan to pursue is not the right for me. Who am i kidding? She has said that more than once. To be precise, almost every day.

She thinks about me all the time.

All in one she is a very nice person. But i can't stand her any longer. I think i will need to ask her to move out. I am not sure though if she needs a week or two, or maybe i should give her some years, You know, around fifty or so.. I will think.

Her name is Marta too. I think it is odd that so different people can have the same names. What the heck, at least there is something we do have in common.
Oh, one more thing - I am her.

Thank You! I'm off now.

living it - could be a radio report

This is how the world should be:

• people have certain number of needs
• the needs are: home (an apartment, so less surface is used), work (close to home), shopping place (preferably grocery store, or even better, a mall), park place (or something as such), education (school and collage (or university)), security (police, fire department, hospital or walk in clinic etc), energy (better if electricity, not gas), water (clean and filtered), and a disposal system (such as landfill, or better, a recycling system, where everything gets recycled. (Who cares about pollution?(!)))
• every single being can live with out one, would not be entirely happy, but would be sorta OK
• everything should be maintained in a certain balance
• one person (we would call him/her a dictator or a royalty (not in nowadays meaning))would be the head of all the systems in place, so if an individual is not entirely happy, he/she would go to this person in charge and say what ever his/her concern is
• the dictator person would then see if if this person is not the only one with such concerns, if is, then WHAT EVER, but if not, then do something to change the situation. this can be either radical change, such as killing spree (ex. blowing up an apartment building) or building a new place (ex. park, police station, subway), to ensure that such concerns are present anymore.

One could say that that already is how the world functions. I say it is not. There is such a thing as feelings and more deeper concerns that can not be fixed by some dictator. We all are human beings and no matter how badly one might deny this, we all need love. It can be any kind of love, love from one significant other, parent - child love, sibling and relative love, love of god, love from a team or a club, love of nature, love of wellbeing, love of money and power, love of memories, love of forgiveness, love of understanding, love of stuff, love of food, love of order and chaos, love of passion, physical love, love of peace, love of reliability, love of night life, love of a close neighbour... LOVE.

Blah, blah, blah. I know that there are people who say that love of a person, one single person is not the same as loving chocolate. And that is absolutely right. True love between two (or more for that matter) individuals can give a better, deeper satisfaction then love of chocolate. But both kinds of love give you some level of satisfaction.

And that, my friends, is what matters the most, if we have what we need AND an emotional satisfaction then we are happy!!

♪♪♪
start off with something VERY steamy and jazzy
Zooey Deschanel - Dream a Little Dream of Me
following by the Good Old nostalgic band
The Beatles - It's Getting Better All the Time
next up,a song that can be liked
Basement Jaxx Feat. Lisa Kekaula - Good Luck
ending with a hot chilly that is very well known
Red Hot Chilly Peppers - Scar Tissue
♪♪♪

Thank You for listening and we shall meet next time when we return with other life realities that brake stereotypes and all the other pain causing matters, so we can all live more fulfilling lives.

stolen.

I crumble in my own little shell. Throw out all the left memories and keep my self locked in the blossoms of darkness. In a tiny frame my soul is trapped. I trapped in myself. Cancelled all days and all nights; they are blended together. I would skip all holidays and miss every single celebrating day. This needs to be stopped. Stolen goods from the poor and misread letters from your and mine Buda. Never will i thank You for what you have done. Never again will i be able to appreciate the good things they have done for me.
I don't exist, not in the form that i used to.

jaunā viela...

Lai no bērna izaugtu pieaudzis, sakarīgs cilvēks, ir daudz jāpiepūlas... bet tā kā vairums ļaužu ir slinki, lai censtos, rezultāts tāds, ka neviena sakarīgā nav..
Un es te varētu mūžīgi sēdēt un runāt glupības, bet ja virsraksts būtu: "Nauda par brīvu!".. Tad es nebūtu vienīgā, kas savu nožēlojamo acu spožumu vērstu datora ekrānam.

Mums neinteresē citu pierakstītie vārdi uz dimantu spoguļiem. Mums rūp tik ļoti aplamā tagadne, tā, kas norit ap mums.. Ne man rūp tavs ikdienas smaids, ne iemesls kādēļ tas allaž ir vietā, es gluži vienkārši smaidu pretī,...
jo tā man tika mācīts.

Es nedomātu par lietām, kas šķebina dūšu.. es neizvēlētos vienmēr vieglāko ceļu, bet šobrīd, jāteic atklāti, es esmu padevusies. Un nevis tāpēc, ka mani kāds pieveica.. (principā nav jau pat neviena pretinieka), bet gan tāpēc, ka esat jūs..
un es nevainoju nevienu.. nekad! Es tikai konstatēju.

Tā lūk pareizās lietas tiek svērtas un iešķirotas pa šķirnēm - un jāņem vērā arī tas, kurš vairāk tic.. sev vai tam, ka nav iespējams.

te lūk arī noslēgums - es laikam tomēr nepadošos. Es mēģināšu smaidīt, kad tu man atkal pretī nāksi. Es neraudāšu, es nebēdāšos, es negavilēšu priekus, bet gan smaidīšu.. un šoreiz ne tāpēc, ka man tā mācīts, bet gan tāpēc, ka es ticēšu tavam smaidam.. un es mēģināšu, tik cik manos spēkos, saprast kādēļ tu arī šodien loki lūpas. Un nākamajā reizē, kad, kas kritīs, es ķeršu un stutēšu atpakaļ.. un ne tikai. Es pielīmēšu, lai stāv ilgāk. ...
un nevis tāpēc, ka man tā mācīja, bet gan tāpēc, ka esam MĒS.

do u understand?

dziesma: Enigma - Return to innosence

zinu, ka ir iespēja,
ka nekas nepielec,
bet es tevi saprotu,
jo izsakos ļoti sviestaini!!!