Too Gentle To Live

"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains,, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."

— James Kavanaugh (There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves)

From heaven to dust

This is a post that I write from infinity. By infinity, I don't mean anything beautiful like the so called poets do, or the scientific hypothesis that it is coming from a place far away, like scientists do. Because I am neither a poet, nor a scientist but a man of simple reason and I am never far away from the ones I love. And those who may care to read this post will be the ones who will have a last drop of love in their heart for me. So I write this, with all my heights and depths, from the infinite loneliness of my soul. This loneliness, is what I meant to be infinity. As we know, when we are at pain, time is eternity and when at pleasure, time seize itself to be. And the reason why I write it now, seems to be so meaningless. For I am not surpassed the good and bad experiences in my life. For I still have a long way to go to decide what I will become in life. But Love is so short and forgetting is so long. Me thinks, Life as we call it is the same. So short as a shooting star. But my feeling is that this blog will not become a Star Way as I thought, when I started writing first time, but it will be a star dust, a black hole, that will eventually swallow me, and drag me to the depth of darkness of eternity. But tomorrow, if the light may again shine in my star way, I will be back, and I hope so much, it will happen sometime by the power that moves the sun and stars, by the same power that moves the heart and soul. That's it for now.