Flowers in a Jar

Just now… it would do. Yes, it must do. It would JUST do. But „just“ is not enough, is it? And she knew better than to rely on „just“. She knew that what she had to do, but it would maybe be too much, now wouldn’t it? No, no, enough is never too much. Just enough would do.

And so she picked another Othelly flower and started whistling for herself. Another bend, another pick, another flower. All over again. A slight grim started to form on her face while she was hopping around in a sheer delight. Another flower. Perhaps now it would do. ‘Would?’ What a horrid idea! Of course it wouldn’t do! Another bend, another flower.

She looked judgementally upon the basket full of her lovely little flowers. Now. Now it will do. Now it is just enough. She laughed a little, her voice full of bells. Now she would finally fall asleep. So many, oh, so many restless nights. Perhaps now she will rest for at least one night. Just imagine it! One Whole Night!

She caressed the sweet blue petals of her new friends. So fragile they were. Just like her. Oh, but she will have to drown them. Of course. That was the way of things. That was the way it would be. Otherwise she won’t sleep.

She whispered an apology, caressed them one more time and tucked them into the jar prepared just for them. Jar half filled with water, yes, it was the perfect place for them to be.

Then she closed it delicately, and shook. Once, twice… that would do.

Now would it?

Oh, silly thing she was, of course not.

…three times, four times. Now. Now it was just fine.

She held her breath as she was opening the jar again. Ah, the sweet smell of sleep. Here we go. She pushed her lips to the glass and took a sip. Then more… and more.

Of course, it was the time. And it was the place. The best place. Soft willow, sounds of whispering trees…

Yes, she would sleep now. Just one night, surely… Surel…..       

The Fall

When the breeze blows,

Whispers and howls

And caresses the trees,

When the leaves tremble

And in swirl they leave,

When the marks appear in pond,

Sharp round curves cut in

By the ever-blowing wind

And spread around is sweet

Quiet melancholy,

When your imagination

Fails to outstrip the reality,

Then it is the call

Of yet again returning Fall.

Happy, happy, happy...?

Hello again. It's been some time since I talked to you in a normal way, not through poems or obscene short stories. Even though I know probably nobody except me is interested in this blog, I still feel like if there is one more person reading this, why would I stop writing when it doesn't cost me almost anything at all... even though we say that "time is money".

This time I want to talk about something I've been wondering about pretty much my whole life. Happiness. This has been a subject of many worries and ponders. We all want to be happy. Even though I've realized that I miss from time to time the time to be very down and sad for some crazy reason, because it somehow excuses me to be alone for a while or something,... in a long term I do wish to be happy.

I've started reading this book The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin recently. At first I thought it would be something annoying like: "In this 1st lesson you should wake up every morning and try to say out loud how you WILL enjoy this day!"
In the end I'm really enjoying her story about how SHE tried to make her life better and how SHE was failing and winning and what SHE realized about life and happiness. In the meantime it really made a lot of sense and I adjusted HER situations to MY life.

I might not tide up my room every evening to make myself more free from all the things that would wait for me later, even though I admit it would make me more relaxed and thus more happy. I just can't make myself do it. On the other hand I found there many advises about relationships.

I really like the fact that when I learn how to be more happy, I will be less irritated and mean and more happy and cheery and I know that when I'm in that kind of mood I feel more like helping people and I want to make them happy as well. Thus making myself happy I'll make other people more happy. That is a good one, eh?

The hard thing about it is that I have to change and I will have to bite my tongue instead of saying something stingy to the other person, because I think it isn't right. It doesn't work like I go to someone I want to have a good relation with and tell them what they should do so I was happy so they can be happy. No. Unfortunately, it isn't that easy. However, it is not impossible. I've said this to many people and many of them still remember that if I'm really good at something it's hope. And I can always hope that my deeds will affect other people in some time.

Second thing in my be-happier list is to not complain so much. I know myself that when other people complain to me and I am not in a mood of helping or even listening to it, it can get really annoying and I am also aware of that, that when I am complaining, it is similar and therefore I cannot be angry when somebody doesn't seem 100% interested and mostly when it's somebody I expect it from... like my boyfriend. This one is maybe even harder. I am the type who would complain all the time about my life, about my health, about people around me... And I just have to get used to the fact that people will rather listen about what's the weather today and that many times those things I complain about don't really matter.

This is just a tiny little piece of knowledge that I've obtained from the book and from "monitoring" my own life. Okay this is a bit like a review, but not really. If you are interested, sure, read the book. I'm sure it has something to say to EVERYONE. Anyway, I only wanted to share my bit and since this is a blog after all, I think subjectivity has its place here.

Okay, so... I'm happy I made myself to sit down and write a bit here again and I'd be really happy to find out there is somebody else also reading this, but you know, life.... :)  

Hesitation

Eyes open for the light

One blink and it´s over.

This moment it shall pass

For the time can´t go slower.

One hesitant moment

That´s your breaking point.

Can´t go any further

Ships are leaving from the port.

It´s a sparkling moment

Life goes just that fast.

Doesn´t just stare and stop

We live and we last.

But then it´s all just the past.

When the levee breaks (for Creative writing)

    She was sitting at her desk. Head down. There was nothing special about her that day. Her long wavy blond hair was falling down covering her face. Fingers moving rapidly, creating a rhythm of typing sounds. Faster and faster.
    The funny-coloured cat, usually calmly sleeping in her lap, was now annoyed, craving for her attention but she didn´t even notice the cat was there. It was like she had a bubble around her head. A weak sternutation followed. Cat jumped down from the table and left her in a great displease.
    Regardless the cat, she didn´t stop frowning at the screen. No! This wasn´t the time to give up. She continued. This work was all that mattered.

    Days followed and no guests would stop by. She didn´t care. All that was in her mind was the work.
    Her laptop was moaning and wheezing. At this point it was very angry at her. It would purposely make some mistake here and there for her; she would swear, correct the mistake and continue writing the work.
   
    Few more days passed and the laptop was really annoyed. It started eating her bit by bit. Fingers came first. Blood was dripping through the keys in the keyboard and continued to the desk and to the floor.
    At first she didn´t even notice but when it came to the knuckles she became aware of it.
    As revenge she brought some greasy food and smeared the oil and fat all over the laptops back.
    Since she didn´t have any fingers on her hands she put the laptop on the ground, sat there herself and continued in the work with her bare feet.
    Laptop continued in its wicked plan and even though this was a disgusting job to do, it didn´t stop eating.
    Even this was noticed after some time. She had one last choice. She put a pen between her teeth and with a thought of an amazing success she CONTINUED...
    The last came the tongue
    ....and the last page to go...
    Yet, she couldn´t finish it.
    There was nothing left for her and from her. She started crying. Fell down on the floor, face touching the keyboard. The screen showed:  gbakjshhhhhhhhhhhhfddddddddffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

    She woke up in a white room. Unable to move. Soon enough she found out nothing from her body was missing. A man in a white coat was watching her from the corner of the room.
    “Please, keep calm.” Said the man in a low voice. “You are currently at St Paul´s hospital. We are here to help you.”
    She wanted to move but was chained with leather strips. Then she remembered.
    “The work! I need to finish it! It was the laptop! You need to bring it! I NEED TO FINISH MY WORK!!!”
    He glanced at her with a sad look in his eyes, wrote something down and left the room.

      

2015!!!

New year here guys!

Bit late but anyway... Yeah I'm usually late but nevermind. It's 2015!
Some expect the world to end (right Richard?) and some are enjoying that they are living the best moments in their lives (so far). But seriously! What is better than sinking into the new cover of snow which is trying to get in touch with your socks even though you have high boots (I'm not good at maths but I would bet my socks there was at least 30 cm of snow) and then build yourself Larry the Snowman? This is the real pleasure.

I consider myself a happy person because even though the snow will disappear and Larry will melt (Alright you got me... he is dead already. Some kids from our village did it. I really tried to commence the investigation but my parents told me there was nothing i could do.) I will still have some cards in my sleeve. Or am I in THE SLEEVE?

Okay, I'm sorry I don't really know what am I talking about right now.

However this is all lovely and I have things to be looking forward.... school is coming and there is nothing I can do about it. That makes me sick actualy(or maybe it is just that I had too large lunch, doesn't really matter)! The thing is I should study, right? And I am building snowmen instead (RIP Larry). But since I have 2 more days I still don't panic THAT much!!!

Just learning some German irregular verbs (nobody wishes to hear me speaking German for German makes me THE MONSTER of all) but yeah, not much to say about THAT.

And since I still have 2 days till the school begins, of course I have something to watch as well. There's this thing I'm on right now. TV series Black Mirror! (tum dum duuum!)

Say whatever you want but these (from time to time gross) episodes are a perfect alarm clock. These series show our world about this time.. few years later time... few decades later time... it doesn't really matter. It looks like a perfect future in one moment but a horror story in the very next one. You don't even have time to blink and everything goes down with your ship!

These perfect dystopic (yes, I know Richard, I know :D shhhs) stories are always set in a whole new reality with different cast and different idea. The only connection is the topic which is dystopia of the technological age.
It is sure worth watching if you have time for it (or you just procrastinate like me).

Alright so I think this is all I wanted to say and................ yeah! Right! Stay happpppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
See ya next time! ;)