[next level><time to leave]

it’s time to move to the next level, to understand our good intentions, to hear the sound of the world. it’s time to realize where we are, to list our own expectations and start acting toward any kind of attainment. [...] i would like to be a moon walker. i would like to see the ground under my old new shoes, to feel the rocks and the air of this possible new level. it will be a change i will never forget, but a change of vibration. i never try to reach it, because it’s spontaneous, ambiguous and uncertain. it’s like expecting yourself to be somewhere, but not doing something efficient to get there, because you know everybody does it. it’s like regretting and hating the fact you are not able to foresee what’s the next step you will do. but i guess i’ m too inside myself. until the walk on the moon, i’ m just a streetwalker. i’ m heading to a destination which might not be the same at the end of the walk. i myself won’t be the same, but what will surely remain unchanged will be the souls. and my soul. why? because it’s made in romania. [ no spiritual explanation is needed].

every next level of our existence is in fact a breakthrough, a way out of a new glass pot. you know it’s gonna’ be difficult, but it’s your choice to move up or down the road. you’re running to the corner, because you woke up and realized you are not at the same level, you hope to see someone else, then you take a picture of where you want to arrive and start asking the people around you if they ever got there. they tell you that you have to walk a day, a month and a year to reach that part of land, but you don’t stop running and you say “i’ m one of those that cannot be moved”. later, you have moments of rumination, just to think about the things the other people told you. yes, they were right, but their next level is what they created for themselves, is what they meant to see, to feel, to be asked of.[...]

when you pass the corner, with the picture in your hand, you become more confident that your destination is close, but ask yourself how “lengthy” is this ” close”. then, you walk further, you run further and hope further.[it's time to leave]. your existence is made of several next levels…

are you the favorite person of anybody?

whether you answer here, or somewhere inside yourself, this question might concern you. it comes from the ones around you, the ones that don’t know what to answer either. seek a favorite person. if you don’t find him or her, then you should think about having one. if you find someone, then hope that you are in turn such a person.

[five points in aging]

1.Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis

2.The idea is to die young as late as possible. ~Ashley Montagu

3.I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little. ~Sheila Kaye-Smith

4.I don’t know how you feel about old age… but in my case I didn’t even see it coming. It hit me from the rear. ~Phyllis Diller

5.Age is like the newest version of a software – it has a bunch of great

new features but you lost all the cool features the original version had. ~Carrie Latet

[story of a sign]

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken…other times we dare to make the  difference  between  them and  us,  all in matter of  signs…[are words necessary?]

~open question~[why does a dream seem hard to carry on?]

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.Mark Twain

a street with too many names

[...]the last weeks of her life were precious. she discovered many things about her own existence, she discovered the meaning of friends and faith in strengths and energies. around her people continued their life, woke up and went to their jobs; used messenger and wrote on their blogs. she noticed her routine was different, because she had another history, she learned to appreciate present moments and feelings, keeping the good ones for bad days or ugly pictures. she aimed to go on , to use her routine as a way to get to happiness. there were many things that she decided to forget, but her past was not one of them. it kept her alive and willing to chase truth and justice. she realized she felt good thinking that each person was the one she expected, but not entirely completed. she needed something similar to her inside, something deep but real in the same time. once, she detected something, a thing that she’ll never forget, and put it into a hidden place because this thing became her experience, a step into the pursuit of happiness. she grew up fast, as if 2 days were a whole week, and became aware that she dreamt of a place she couldn’t call home. then, she decided not to dream anymore…because she saw she was on a street with too many names for her. a street she could barely recognize…where is she?