I like to compose long texts from time to time... This allows us to clear our minds and to rank the reality in which we were given life.
Walking the streets of our town today, I noticed a sad thing. quite a few people, but barely anyone talks to. The overwhelming majority became a tiny prisoner of a technological window. Talks have subsided. The laughter of moving and talking kids is getting little and little heard. Losing, fatigue, fear, helplessness, embarrassment... it is seen in the eyes of passing fellow citizens today. Honest goodness is almost extinct. It was replaced by a false light of the fame of the virtual planet that promises paradise. A paradise that we de facto have all day. The grin of the another person, the light of sunlight falling on the face, the first snowflakes, the beauty of the awakening nature, the embrace of the loved one, the crying... all the attributes of our species have ceased to be fashionable and have become something that binds us. We don't look at the stars as frequently as we utilized to. We don't ask questions not to be judged. We only get whips due to the fact that we don't dress like everyone else. Individualism and creativity die out... and we die out.
The essence of life, the construct of creation, the blessing of the gods... has become the driving force of the fall. There's no more grin in society. We die very slowly. Or are we already dead, or are we passed by all day by empty, burnt-out shells of the human empire?
Despite the chaos of the world, the technological shackles, which are increasingly visible each year... there is inactive a ray of hope. Hidden behind the curtain of everyday life, in the shadows... there you can see signs of love for another man. Pull out a helping hand to those who have already lost hope of flourishing. The awakened laughter of the kid and the curiosity of the world. Saving what is close to our heart... that is.
I was in the mediate of our city, passing from A to B, like hundreds of another tribemates, and I met my soul mate. A peer and a friend. erstwhile we sat on an empty bench, we watched the planet from the position of not sprinters, but those who learned to stop.
Gray. There's a lot of... It covers human souls more and more all day, but... we saw snowflakes that fell. We heard children laughing and even proposing at the center of the collapse of our world's empathy. fresh stories are born all day. Not everything is affected — the opposite. We're like ships in the waters of life. erstwhile we're calmly flowing into ports to be thrown into the rocks of reality.
The planet has changed very much over the past 30 years. It's gone. It's new. fresh generations are slow replacing older generations. The darkness bends under the light to fall grey again. The old ideals became the voice of the wind carried among us.
We've been in prison a long time. The conversation became a cure for our dying hearts. It happened that we, the last generation of socialist education, faced almost the same burden. This is not seen by us, though there may be gentle signs, but is this expected to make us reject the beauty of everyday life?
The last time we have tea will come. We'll enjoy the sun, read our favourite book. We will not endure forever — and that is beautiful too. We're only here for a moment... which is why we're trying to keep the flame of affirmative energy.
New generations, fresh lives. For them, we build the future. We must not let what is most crucial to us be lost — humanity. Empathy, faith, a good heart, a strong soul... the beauty of creativity.
We are not perfect — that is not how we were programmed. The forces of the universe are challenging us to make and learn how to deal with problems. If we shut down, we'll never get our freedom back and we'll just be a sad imitation of our old self. The loneliest beings are not those among others, but those that stay alone on the raft.
We don't talk the way we utilized to. Suddenly, a helping hand became a silent currency, and pro bono action — for the public good — became something suspicious. For everything has its price according to the fresh values of the planet — right? What if these ideals are inactive among us? What if we don't see them due to the fact that we don't want to see them?
One day we will feel warm in the heart and emergence among others toward the new.
We live in a time of enemy goodness. Evil took on fresh faces and fresh values. We will die — my friend, me, and others in the future — although we do not know the day or the hour. I presume if we had a counter showing how much time we had left, the planet would look completely different. We wouldn't waste specified valuable material as time to sow gray.
Unfortunately, we do not have specified a device, and we wander like children in a dark corridor, forgetting what has the most precious value — our life... and it will not wait. The klepsydra is falling apart. For all of us.
If you read this, you're not alone or alone. We are very fragile beings. We wear masks all day to show no weakness. We cry erstwhile no 1 sees. We're not asking for aid due to the fact that we're afraid of judgment.
You have the right to a worse day. You have the right to quit everything and say, "I'm done." You have the right to surrender... I myself have been at this phase many times and I know how hard and time-consuming it is to get back on your feet.
Stress, pain, fatigue, eternal segregation of human values... We all experience it all day.
In my life, I have met a large number of people — good, bad, and neutral. any stayed for a while, others are inactive here today. I have carried upon my hands countless generations, which now proudly go into the wide planet and face their own Civilization barricades.
It is the work of an adult to aid fresh generations. We witness their beginnings, but they will witness our end.
Life was never meant to be easy — and it is not. Evil has always been and will be. The good exists erstwhile we sow it, erstwhile we make the safety compartments, reconstruct the colors to where the grey is.
Are we heroes? Gosh... all day. We fight not to be consumed by the darkness.
You're reading this? I'm very happy due to the fact that that means you request to hear it.
You are a tired individual who wants to surrender — I too... we all... but don't do it!!!
YOU'RE HERE, AND THAT MEANS YOU HAVE YOUR intent TO REALIZE.
Drink your favourite tea or coffee. Hug individual you love. If a kid asks for a walk or read a story, do so. Do you like dancing? Dance.
We're all peculiar in our own way. We have flaws, but we besides have advantages. We can't all be the same.
We are here now — and that is the most beautiful.
Or possibly it's not like the planet is ending. It may just be the end of a communicative — 1 we knew that was safe and tame for us. all generation looks at fresh times with concern due to the fact that fresh ones always mean unknown. And the unknown is fear.
But man could always survive. We survived wars, hunger, sickness, failure of loved ones, the fall of empires and our own dreams.
We survived, for beside fear there was always another power — the ability to rebuild. To get up, even erstwhile the knees are bruised and the heart is tired.
We survived, for beside fear there was always another power — the ability to rebuild. To get up, even erstwhile the knees are bruised and the heart is tired.
So possibly we're not a generation of collapses. possibly we're the generation of passage.
The 1 who inactive remembers the planet before the screens, and at the same time must learn to live in a planet that no 1 has always known before. We are standing 1 ft in the past, the another ft in the future, and under our feet we have ground that is inactive moving.
'Cause possibly it's not that good is gone. possibly it just stopped screaming. It's hidden in tiny things that can't be sold or shown on the screen. In the look of a alien who will step down. In the news: “Please let me know if you have arrived safely”. In a man who, despite his own fatigue, can ask, “How are you holding up?”
The planet has not necessarily become worse. He got louder. And good is quiet.
The top rebellion against this grayness is not a cry or a large victory. The biggest rebellion is that we can inactive be human to each another — making tea alternatively of another war in comments, hugging alternatively of pushing back, listening alternatively of judging, staying erstwhile it would be easier to disappear.
Because civilizations don't fall erstwhile there's no technology. They fall erstwhile people halt being people to each other.
And as long as individual sits on a bench with another man and truly talks, the planet is not lost.
Maybe we can't save all mankind. But we can save 1 day. 1 person. 1 relationship. Sometimes I'm alone.
And that's a lot.
Because in the end, there's not going to be how much we were right, money or success. It'll stay as warm as we left it in another people.
And if we made 1 individual feel that she was not alone, then our existence mattered.
Przemysław Knapik
