Daily Insight

Risk

2012-01-21T21:51:00.002+01:00

Risk, something you won't usually tread on. However, there is a certain edge of this sword, which can cut anything in your path. Of course, the edge is too sharp for your own good, so don't let the sword cut your own veins of stability.
Instead, face the simple reality. There is always a positive possibility of gains, other times your chances are vain. This movement is so plain, so sublime, yet many allow the fear to build a wall in the path to victory.

It is simple, there is a very strong tension between life of freedoms and life of securities. This is said in Machiavelli works and it is true to this day. You will have to choose. Or is there some road less traveled in between?
I cannot say for sure. All I know is that fear is useless. And many things considered risky are just mythological superstitions.
But then again, it is true that many people tread on snakes. It is imperative to calculate, coldly, rationally your risks and face all the consequences.

Allow yourself to be courageous. Yet, know your risks. It is so simple recipe, yet how many of you follow this cooking method?

Gift

2012-01-20T17:28:00.001+01:00

The spirit of giving, what a strange altruistic premise.

Yet we all know that the altruism is double-faced. We are always expecting payment, a sort of reward for our sacrifice, our revoluting against the pragmatic minds of capitalism-saturated society.
The true gift should be given without any of those expectations, but are we really possible of such a feat?
The least we almost can't deny is the fact that giving something to someone gives our-self at least a bit of good feeling. So the giving isn't really giving. It's a trade. A little this for that.

The saddest thing is the fact that people have built entire rituals around it and they become vindicating, if you forget to give them something in return. The simple act, the act of entirely random kindness have become non-existent.
Kindness is bound with agenda of fat cats trying to raise the money for seemingly noble cause, yet very few of them really strife for this goal. So in the end, can't you just give something to somebody, without any deep, rational thinking about it?

Notice that I don't associate word "gift" with "help". Those are different things. Gift is more luxurious, a simple boost in your weary existence, beautiful, but not necessarily big, pompous or monetary, although it can be.

Well, it is interesting word either way, don't you think?

Awakening

2011-12-28T02:31:00.001+01:00

The long sleep have perhaps shaken your veins, but inside you knew... that every world is born from cosmic egg, anew.
So let me remind you why are you still alive, there is not much to say, except maybe through looking glasses of you average (as you might call it) day.
There is of course no way, how I could dare to interpret that on my own. It is up to you to shape your destiny, the shallow rocks of determinism have no power over you.
But they will make you believe that. They would like that.

I am not talking about new world conspiracies, save that for scammers and fearmongers.
Only conspiracy I see is the conspiracy of your low self-esteem. Earn your respect, not arrogance and let all your wounds be healed.

Like a touch of summer breeze, the bear is awoken. Awaiting the unspoken, awaiting the new ideas from his mind. A little shy, that is to be understood. But he will wander into arms of sun and then, almost blinded, not used to this light, he will awake.

That or lose his eyesight, he might.

Progress

2011-12-20T01:53:00.000+01:00

Nowadays it seems that all the science seeks is the sound of progress.
However you turn the big picture upside down, it is the embellishment of our species.
In the short time with a little trial and error we have constructed so many from so little. Sometimes are our ways a little too much invasive for our own good. Yet we could still flip off the universe in our self-sustained crusade which continues to this day.
But flaws of our psyche blocks the path to the paradise. It is so hard to move this boulder toward the golden gates, yet some of us chose to use only one hand or only chest to move this metaphor of trials. There is only one thing needed for us to succeed. Opened mind. This is so delicate concept that not even the preachers and scientists can understand.
Nobody is right.

There is no sense anymore in being right. Possessing the truth like it's commodity. If the veritas would be commodity, then its price would dance more than fire sprites in the night. Truth changes its color in time.

No, the importance is to transcend. To find what is above the truth. That my friend, that is progress.

And I don't mean silly conspiracy fetishist or raving madmen. I mean people who can open to the world. Like a child sans paradigmatic criticism.

Paralysis

2011-12-19T00:16:00.000+01:00

The touch itself scratched the surface of the shell where my heart laid.
The lie lies in oversized expectations of our futures. However, our natures, tainted by bravado of monetary greed, still seek the way to achieve freedom of body, soul and mind.
Whoever those three will find, it would be kind, if he would share his treasure to all mankind.

Praying mantis smiles, the green sun melts down all your hopes and dreams. No matter how much you struggle, you find yourself paralyzed. I've analyzed this so far, there is no way for you to survive. What else to do than just wait the kiss of the executioner?

Yet courage doesn't fade so easily. Take your hand even though it isn't there, allow yourself to burn the spiritual flame of detest against the oppression, fear what they have harbouring for you.

Dance in the death, no other choice than swing through the night of eternal horrors. When I am running out of metaphors, let your fantasy backstab my letters.
Every time when the thunder clasps, clasp with him, smile till the breakthrough is made. There is long journey to be sane, even longer to be so insane, that you'll understand why sane are insane. So you better pack your things, we're leaving. Leaving your paralyzed mind.

Look up to the people who lost and yet they have continued the road. Real winner lose cannot. That is the bottom line, bon mot.

Impulse

2011-12-10T02:26:00.001+01:00

Spontaneous combustion of your willpower shall surely make your mind tingle.
It is a strange jingle, this single affection, leading to red-eyed personas hidden in the mist.
Everything we do, its merely saying "YES" or "NO" to the instincts singing into the ears of evolution.
There is no clear solution, if the higher are our morals than our natural souls. What is even our nature?
Humankind matured into doubting mass, questioning life whenever they please.
Yet can we really sleep at ease after all this philosophical cooking? No. The road to understanding ourselves and our impulses is a road with no safe haven, eternal piligrimage.

Belief

2011-12-07T03:15:00.001+01:00

It's easy and hard at the same time to forge the steel of believing.
When leaving your rational thoughts behind, deep in your mind you keep doubting everything.
You smile and conspire about the hidden yet base truth how the world spins around its rusty axis. But in practice, it's kind of hard to find the answer riddling your heart.

Everything is possible, yet you mustn't be blinded by zealots and fools. For only the tools hidden in ruse of klutz yet charismatic speakers will allow belief to stop the progress of the universe.

Society

2011-12-06T02:46:00.001+01:00

It all boils down to individuality, in our western mindset. Nobody is modest, nobody is honest, everybody wants to win the race with grace, not knowing the price every member of society pays for him.
Allowing him to live any dream on a single whim.
Don't be a sheep, a husk without creativity, yet never underestimate intrepidity around you, in the flames of hearts of friends, building stones of your path.

image: John the Baptist Praching by Pieter Brueghel the Younger

Fame

2011-11-18T04:56:00.000+01:00

Fame, fame,
oh how minute and far from absolute.
Every minute you're gained and lost.
And when you are needed most, you are beyond grasp.
Usually they ask about the celebrities when they lie in the dirt, forgotten,
only to be awakened by the glorious mourning in the morning.

Knowledge

2011-11-17T02:32:00.000+01:00

It has its taste, the taste of power,
be it sober pragmatism or mystical dancing of poets.
And every secret revealed in the rain of understanding
or through the eyes of different human being.
That is the beginning of the wild chase for the knowledge.

At the edge of mind lies that gray area, ready to be discovered,
mysteries uncovered in an blink of eye.

If you seek the intellect of the ages, you will find it in mazes of your brain, hidden, boiling.
Happy hunting, may you'll find to your liking knowledge within.

illustrated West African symbol of knowledge, life-long education and continued quest for knowledge; Nea Onnim

Hopelessness

2011-11-16T04:52:00.000+01:00

Those times when nothing makes sense, when even burning incense makes you laugh,
those are desperate times indeed and you are in need of relief, in need of levity stemming from brevity of life.
Don't worry if your only necklace is made from troubles. Soon it dissolves, just don't bathe in the distasteful waters of cortisol.

By the time I am this writing I am in pinch, my friend, but nevertheless I make time to send the message of easing minds. Hope is found and hope is lost, hope is currency of motivation.
Its radiation makes fertile grounds green with lust and just people full of must.

I had to surrender this day. At least there is another one in store for me.

Conciliation

2011-11-15T02:42:00.000+01:00

My arrogance has made more damage than ecstasy to me.
Only now I am able to see the misery which have brought my hubris,
but I will not falter to the evil brows of saturnine mentors from the past.
At last I think my soul is at peace.

It takes part brain, part inner self and part motivation, starvation of artist's fantasy.
Lazy ones will be eaten by the active and bigger fishes.
Every last one of my wishes came true. What is worse is the fact, that not every one of them
were what I was seeking.

I am looking at you from the finish line of this race, yet I know that blades of the future are behind me.
While the blood falls on my neck I am rooting for you to finish too.

There is no fear in conciliation.

Victory

2011-11-14T23:54:00.000+01:00

What a painful road before me lies, peppered with lies of my foes.
Those who have died already or surrendered in my wake
have awakened doubt in my heart and reason to panic.
My life, static as it is, catapulted toward the emotionless abyss.

Even at the brink the of death, smile with me my friends.
There is no matter if we win or lose this fight, important is to fight.
The thought itself is so absurd, I hope it will at least make you warm
in the desert nights of spies, cloaks and daggers.

No matter how weak and sad your existence is, you are victorious till the bitter end.
Challenging the life itself with death.
Challenging the death itself with childlike courage.

Word

2011-11-13T03:40:00.000+01:00

To apply a symbolic meaning to a sound...
how human-like.
In spite of simple noise, those words can hurt your bones,
not only sticks and stones can do that.
Sad and happy, vengeful and tranquil, they come in all colors.
As they follow the line of thought, crystalline silver cord of associations,
they disappear with actions and forgetfulness of morning sun.
They shun ignorance and build power.
The aid they make can be misused the same.
Curses and mistakes of vocal resonance.

Resistance

2011-11-12T04:28:00.000+01:00

My stance in this stanza remains still no matter what.
Hence I am ready for anything that fate throws under tires of vehemence.
Some call it stasis or gulibility, the disparity and depravity of mind.
However mankind for some time have admired the rebel fighting against the breaths of tyrants,
Draconian advisors of ill-minded kings since the dawn of society.
Piety guide my hand as I will stand and fall to no man. Resistance in my heart.

Voice

2011-11-10T00:21:00.000+01:00

The words themselves are only concepts
hidden behind the wall of mind.
Each sound must find its meaning
deceiving our world with symbolic speaking.

Be wary traveler, for the power of voice is not for anybody.
I dare you to listen one day what others have to say.
Not every one of them is wise, clever or strong;
it all boils down to the accented power of their voice.

And if you had a choice to follow a leader,
would you defile the speaker, who spoke so sweetly
that you buried deeply every doubt in salts of tomorrow?

Gravity

2011-11-09T23:16:00.000+01:00

No matter if the weight is on your shoulders
or on the head of the Earth,
you will always sense that feeling letting you down
away from childish thoughts, to the core of the world.
And humans can't fly, we have lost our wings,
we were afraid to die. Now we can just smile...
Nevermind, I believe that we can find them again,
hidden under the crust of rusted dreams from our prehistory,
waiting to be rediscovered by the dark light of third eye.

Do not let the gravity kill the levity of the life, my friend.
You can't cancel the physical laws, but your mind will be free always.

Repetition

2011-11-08T03:01:00.000+01:00

It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Open your eyes and inhale the air.
Open your soul and inhale the air.

Say, by the way, if I may, I will accent the fact
that it's no easy way to prevent from being this way.
But lay down the facts on me, are you happy?
Living for a dollar from day to day, keeping evil things at bay.
Like a gullible puppy hiding from the rain when world is in disarray.

The color of life has lost its saturation.

Flow

2011-11-07T01:49:00.000+01:00

No reason in stopping now.
See that is the way the world revolved today, around you.
Have you noticed at all, that your fall won't stop the flow
of everlasting energy, woven into synergy of powers.
You have to continue, who is with me?
Pointless is to swim against the tide.
Better is to enjoy the random ride to the seaside
or just revel in the stride across the streets
where the eye meets with you, oh so tired.
Every step moves your body away and towards the salvation,
away from the prison, into the sun.
It is important to finish what you've done.

Fragrance

2011-11-06T02:03:00.000+01:00

I have scent for every emotion,
every emotion for every pain,
every pain for every love,
every love for every hate,
every hate for every date,
every date for every event
every event for every scent.

The fragrance which you have sent,
like a bright color into my eyes.
Stays in the air which I must breath,
understanding the logic hidden beneath
the simple structure of enjoyment.

It's kind of sad, needs to be said,
that every smell must fade away.
I have to say, in every way
I miss the fragrance of my day.

Breath

2011-11-05T23:34:00.000+01:00

Simply the breath, that currency of life

we need to be happy, so breathe with me

you will see that being is easy

as breathing.

Optimism

2011-11-04T03:04:00.000+01:00

I love optimism. It is my way of expressing myself. However, I am not stereotypical naïve happy man, I seek the joy in the dark and unpleasant things. The so called "black optimism" of Friedrich Nietzsche shines with blacklight on my philosophical path of understanding this world with the usage of my irrational arsenal hidden inside me.
What is this kind of optimism? Well, I will tell you. You will simply accept the world as bad pile of junk, yet you will not despair, you will continue your struggle until you feel like you're at home here.
It was always hard for me to understand the rains of complaints from the mouths of darkest pessimists. There is no constructive solution, never. Everyone can nag all day long, but the actions are those which should guide our lives.

Darkness

2011-11-03T02:57:00.000+01:00

As Dante I've stepped at the edge of hell's gates
under heavy artillery of stares of my mates.
Purgatory locked forever, hidden behind the wall
of the soil under which mortals will boil
in their karmic flavour.

But where else then in darkness can you find
the right place where the light is oh so kind.
So take up your lantern of happiness
and let's kill this grayness with saint John's help.

No point in lighting the light places, so let's dance in shadows,
under trees in Elysium meadows.

Dauntlessness

2011-11-02T02:03:00.000+01:00

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear—not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose application of the word. Consider the flea! — incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage.

--Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson

Imagine human being completely devoid of emotions, a stoic's dream you might say. Can we really label such a person as fearless? I doubt it, because only existence of emotion shows any kind of struggle which emotionless people can't savor.
Fear is the primal emotion, part of our true and instinctive nature. Father fear was following humankind in its footsteps from the very beginning, because there are simply times when there is no space for difficult computations of brain and we have to jump to conclusions. Our survival depended on it. And even though we should honor him for doing so, it is time for our growing up from education of the father Fear. We should realize that he was great mentor, yet we have already tasted dangers of the world and appreciated the risks and strings attached. The Fear gave us discipline, but we should not allow to be terrorized by him forever. Without the dauntlessness of our souls will humans never leave the puddle of mediocrity.

Preparation

2011-11-01T14:07:00.002+01:00

Crying over spilled milk won't help you. Remember, every milk on the ground has its story how it was spilled. And most of us don't even reflect our errors and mistakes. Simply because it is not so pleasant as to bask in our successes. Professional chess players know this well (works for any competition, really) - analyze your lost games. Victories are not so important. Wisdom can't be learnt, only gained... and exactly from this. From the spilled milk.
That said, I don't believe we should act like there is no tomorrow. Responsibility and consequences, especially of other human being weighs heavily upon us. While we are not bound to be slaves of altruism, categorically there is a golden rule of ethics we should follow to maintain sane stability in this universe. This rule is a subject to flexibility, but nevertheless, it is still a rule.
When they laugh at oracles and mentalists, I get it. Yet they do not realize, that humans can really predict. It is not a magic. Not a psi phenomena. It simply is. Let's call it instinct. The less you think about your predictions, the more are paradoxically true. How does it work? I cannot say. But it saved my life plenty of times. The most noble and known label of this thing is "intuition", stereotypically bolted into the females, but really it is in every person. Some listen to it, some don't. Some have even trained to shout so loud in their head that it practically cannot be heard and intuition becomes false intuition. Know this, the most pure, quickest and simplest call from the subconsciousness, that is most of the time what we are seeking. Let's all learn to listen to that voice. We will be prepared.
And if not, at least we learn something new.