Slowly, the snow flakes are falling down glittering through the night like little stars. The sky is melting into a continuous stream of small, magic lights. Looking from the window all I can feel is an incredible state of joy and ultimate peace. My gaze is lost somewhere in the middle of all this white mist, being totally absorbed by the relentless hover of millions white butterflies.
Suddenly the perception of the same reality shifted somehow. Everything that seamed to be so common got a mysterious meaning and…I, once again, realized that the world is just incredible beautiful and simple.
There is a special vibe about winter nights. They remind me being a child drawing strange shapes on frozen window and waiting for guests who would sing Christmas carols. They bring me memories about the enthusiasm and trepidation I once had as a reaction to some candies that my mum used to give me as a present from Santa.
Winter nights, a perfect time to meditate about the most important things in life, which so often are taken for granted – family, friends, home, unconditional love…A sweet feeling of belonging overwhelms my soul…a faint smile reminds me I am so lucky to have all of them.
What could you cherish more then these warm evenings in the middle of cold season, drinking some hot tea while watching your crazy and adorable family around Christmas tree? What could be more important then knowing that somewhere in this world, there are people who would love and wait for you no matter what?
Unfortunately we are so often forgetting the human aspects of life, rushing somewhere like nomads, loosing the bonds, becoming skeptical and mediocre, stuffing our existence with material things and feeling so alone, so empty like never before.
Winter nights, thank them for giving me the opportunity to stop and go back to real values, for teaching me how to appreciate everything comes in my life, how to give and receive love, how to be happy.
Happy and peaceful Holidays to everyone 🙂
Interesting approach from the science point of view. Sometimes, it seams that humanity, blindly takes the longest way in search of answers…while they are actually right in front of us.
Maybe because it’s too obvious and simple, or perhaps it’s just too hard to admit that there is another reality – “true reality”.
You may feel broken and down. You may fall to pieces and hit the ground. You might wish to disappear because of the excruciating pain and despair, but don’t let anybody to steal your authenticity, don’t give away your wish to fly, don’t surrender on dreams you’ve cherished deep inside your heart.
Nothing happens in this world without a cause, even a big disillusion, sooner or later, will reveal its bright side. Everything is interconnected…every single beat of a heart, every split of a moment. Open your soul to understand the meaning of these connections, they certainly carry a message in your life meant to show a path or maybe open a new door.
Life is a mystery, it can be rough, but in the same time it is the greatest journey a human being can experience. Each challenge is a step toward yourself, each obstacle reveals qualities you never thought to own, each achievement is a reward for believing in miracles and staying true to yourself.
It’s a late winter evening; I am listening some incredible mellow jazz, trying to immerse in the spirit of “On the road”. Page after page, I am going back in 50s…when everything seamed to be so vivid and mind blowing, when people had more time to live their sometimes crazy and dramatic lives.
Kerouac, through his book, is taking us on a journey which aims to teach that the destination is not the most important thing, whereas the experiences we got along the trip, represent the tools that bring a person out of comfort zone, that simply and completely expose the real self.
While reading, I got to feel the cold and nostalgic nights on New York streets; I shared the loneliness of wild and lost Los Angeles; I rushed in searching for adventure and answers; I craved for willingness to live everything in a moment; I could smell the appealing flavor of smoke, alcohol, sex, drugs, jazz blend. Everything speaks so vividly about wild and sinful beauty of “beat generation”.
Dean Moriarty, Sal Paradise, Marylou…they just lived passionately, fearlessly their lives, daring to follow their guts and be different…or just themselves.
“On the road” is about: desperate search for “something”, the madness of self expression, the avid desire to consume each moment of life, the feeling of never being enough, the struggles to break free of rules and build new paths, the rush of burning while jumping in threatening waves of destiny.
The book is vibrating with every word!
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” (Jack Kerouac)