the memories we leave behind

Days go by, one after another, falling behind us, like those dry leaves falling off that big tree on a windy autumn day, blown away by the wind, unnoticed….. Our memories keep pilling with all the joyful glances and the sad long hours, we drag them behind us as we move forward and the burden gets heavier by time. Sometimes we pretend that they don’t exist, or maybe we just forget about them, but soon we realize that they live with us, those memories are imprinted inside our souls forever, they make us think and see things differently, look back and learn and see how everything make sense. They keep us warm and keep our company in the lonely nights, they draw a smile on our faces…… we long for the joyful moments and wish they never came to end, live them again with our imagination….. and how strange… how they can feel like real, how can we remember those little detail so accurately, how can we smell a scent or hear a sound the same way like it was…. Then we experience this strange feeling of serenity and nostalgia yet we feel this hand squeezing our beating hearts, when we realize how heavy is the burden….

What a strange creature are you time, I dare you if you can make things happen again, you are just like us, forced to go on, having no choice but to move forwards, you too wish if you knew why, if you had a second chance.....

the randomness of our existence

life is an interaction between individuals who have completely different goals and non of them know whats in the other's mind, this profound randomness is part of the uniqueness of our experience of living with all the joy and sadness that come with it, as we explore our own selves and the world around us in every moment that pass us by, yet, we need to step back every while and look at it from a distance in order to see its beauty and figure out a reason for why are we here.

walking the landscape of my life (I)

Step after a step, I feel myself moving forwards in this mysterious journey that seems so vague and foggy sometimes,, that you can hardly even see your fingertips. It’s something we are part of, yet we know so little about it.... and hardly know its roads and no matter how much we know or we pretend to know, we always walk and see these roads for the first time, with every step we take, we lay our feet in somewhere we have never been before, sometimes we try to follow the steps of those who walked this journey before us, sometimes we try to share it with our beloved ones, but in the end every track is made only for one, though the tracks cross sometimes, but only for a glance of time, even if we think someone is walking with us, we are always alone in our own unique experience of existence.

And here I am... walking the landscape of my life, with the echoes of my childhood still lingering in my ears, looking in every corner along my way to unfold my own present, and tossing my dreams far away ahead of me... so that I may find them one day in my future…