Let me tell you a story.
It all began with a crispy wind.
That kind of wind that fills the soul with unspoken promises and, most of all, hope. Letting the wind comb the eyelashes and whisper sweet nonsense into the ears, He woke up. He slowly opened the eyelids, savoring every second of the process. He was curious, to say at least. All around there was the world, and He was even with it, staying at the same level. He could not remember the name He was given, but that didn’t matter. All that did was that He and the world were equals.
Piqued by the curiosity, He couldn’t help but move further, eager to see and sense everything. Standing high above the ground, He saw things so clearly that He started thinking that He was in charge of them. Or that it was He who invented all of them, that He was the Master of all. The innocent curiosity which knew no boundaries ended up in tyranny and cruelty of heartless experiment. All of that had to stop at some point as the world belonged only to itself and itself alone.
So the downfall began. And with it, the curse started. He was cursed to live forever, never learning from mistakes made because He simply could not remember them.
When the time came, He casted a final heart-warm glance upon the world He was no longer equals with. He had an idea how to break the curse: seconds before the final breath, He cut arms and legs, spilling so much blood, that the skies themselves turned red. But all that was wiped clean in a matter of seconds by a faithful companion of the worlds and the terrible wounds healed themselves.
So the next day the story began anew. It began with crispy wind, causing Helios to slowly open the eyelids, savoring every second of the process, strangely not remembering his own name.
So here is the truth.
I’m not afraid to admit it as the truth is something never to be afraid of. It is wise to be afraid of lies, grinning from their gingerbread houses with the eyes sparkling with greed. Truth is similar to Devil’s Snare, something to be accepted and embraced, allowing one to move on.
And the truth is as plain as the daylight and as merciless as the midday at the heart of a desert: I don’t know.
The more I learn, the more certain I am that I know nothing. The more blank gaps I fill, the more emerge. This quest is similar to one of Heracles Labours, when he was off severing Lernaean Hydra’s heads with one exception: there is no Iolaus to suggest and perform the neck-burning. And there is no power out there capable to make me stop severing them, for I’ve gone too far doing so.
And so it goes. The dots become question marks and commas, the sentences grow, filling the entire space given to them and then some more.
What is more, there is a huge list of the questions I’m struggling to answer whereas everyone else seems to know their answers already. Let it be their burden then.
Who am I? What am I doing here? What is this place? Where do I belong? What am I destined for?..
I have the entire life to find out.
I hope that would be enough.
Meet Nara - a cozy Japanese town located not far away from Kyoto and Osaka. It is famous for its wandering deers (true) and for being less touristish than Kyoto (extremely doubtful).
The only place I’ve been to in Nara was Nara park - a large territory full of temples, trees and deers. If you have seen a pic from Japan with a deer, chances are high that it was taken right there.
I read that Nara deers, being always surrounded by tourists, became lazy creatures, begging for food, despising those who approach them without any, and turning away from the cookies after only a few bites.
Well, being myself, I couldn’t help but find out whether the rumors were true. So I’ve decided not to buy any food at all (the deers are well cared of, don’t worry!) and see what happens. I also did that because I don’t want to be liked or approached only because I have something for the deer to eat. That kinda hurts my self-pride, too, as I think that I could be interesting even if I don’t carry food or anything else.
Well, the results are as follows:
At the beginning of the park, all what was said before about the deer is true. They are enjoying themselves, lazily walking under the sunlight and choosing which tourist’s cookie to take. Can’t blame them, they are really spoiled by all that attention from the tourists.
However, as you go further, the deer become more curious and rather shy creatures, indecisive whether to sniff you first or to run straight away.
Being without any food, I still was approached by a deer and we spend great time together walking around the park and its breathtaking temples. You could see my Nara companion with me in the second pic 💛
Never forget all the people that were good to you.
People who did good are way more important than those who didn’t. People that were nice and kind are way more significant than those who weren’t. Never forget all the good things.
We cannot gift each other with anything more important than our kindness. For the true kindness, deprived of unspoken expectations and all sorts of hidden motives, is extremely rare. However, even more than rare, it is precious.
It is widely accepted that the life makes us to be stiff and strong, hard as rocks to withstand pressure, broken hopes, betrayals and so on. But maybe, just maybe, it makes us accepting and understanding instead.
Accepting that people weren’t made to live up to anyone’s expectations (even their own). Understanding of the fact that people can get exhausted from their own battles and thus could only share the inner pain for the lack of light.
Maybe, instead of bitterness, life teaches us the importance and value of kindness. Lighting up the Promethean flame of hope, inspiration and persisting love.
I don’t really know. I guess, we will never know. So far, I strive to remember all the good things said and done to me. All the people, too.
Thanks for being here for me.
Cannot appreciate that enough.
Japan is a rather secluded country, which relatively recently allowed the visitors in. It was closed since 1639, less than 100 years after the first arrival of Europeans at the country (can’t blame them tho, but that’s another story). Until the middle of XIX century, it was left on its own, building up its unique style of life and the perception of the world.
Two things are of great importance when we are talking about Japanese culture: the weather conditions and Shinto. Weather conditions, with tsunamis, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, brought the feeling of ever-changing world and time that destroys everything (無常 – mujo, impermanence, the ever-changing nature of things) as well as the striving to seek something eternal and permanent in it (不易流行 - fueki-ryuko, permanent in the ever-changing). Shinto is the ethnic religion of Japan, in which a multitude of spirits inhabiting the world are worshipped. They could be called kami, when approached with respect. They could be called mononoke, when approached with fear. One of the most important Shinto notions is the purification (the rites are called Harae), as both spirit and body should be pure. From Shinto, life in the world of spirits, emerges the ability to see hidden and mysterious beauty and notions (幽玄 – yugen, hidden beauty) and also notice and appreciate the beauty of the ever-changing things (物の哀れ - Mono – no-aware).
The gardens, such as this one, were made to protect the Japanese houses from the outside dangers. In them, the entire universe was represented, with water and stones standing for yin and yang – the concept of dualism, derived from ancient Chinese philosophy, becoming part of Japanese perception of the world. ♦️If you think I’ve made a mistake somewhere, let me know.
Standing in front of Genbaku Dome, which is also known as Hiroshima Peace Memorial.
This is the only building in Hiroshima city center that even partly survived the atomic bombing of August, 6 1945 (people inside didn’t). It happened due to the fact that the atomic bomb exploded almost directly above the building.
This is a terrifying sight with black shadows on stones being all what was left of people. It has been preserved in the same state as it was immediately after the bombing.
Though nowadays it serves as a powerful symbol, reminding of the destructive nature of war and all the human lives lost in the process, it is also a painful reminder of devastating catastrophe, not easy to handle on every-day basis.
I despise wars. I despise people causing and supporting them even more.
All that arguing for power, territory, resources is just silly. Nothing of that really belongs to humans. And the power is rather imaginable. Nothing tells more about the decline of nation than its history books being overwhelmed with wars and sieges.
When series of bloodsheds, murders, genocides happen, there is nothing more disgusting than calling them glorious, being proud of them.
War is never glorious.
Participation in one is never something to be proud of.
It is ugly, devastating, destructive and something to be ashamed of. Something that leaves scars deeper than a soul could handle. Something that deprives people of humanity.
Something that should never happen again.
Amazing place on Samui island. .
Пока мы жили на острове Самуи, мы посетили основные пляжи острова и выбрали для себя любимое место. От гостиницы до этого ресторана со своим бассейном, волейбольной площадкой и слэклайном нам нужно было ездить по 40 минут в одну сторону. И мы это делали пару раз в неделю из нашего месяца на этом острове!))) #amixen_video#amixen_thai