Hidden Truth …
It’s finally time to write something, because that’s how I feel and I want it, maybe stuffed things or things less pleasant.
I could say that it is less common for me to write, and not because I do not have interesting subjects, but on the contrary, expression in my case is not by words, words or beautiful words but by photography.
But the state on the Internet almost all day, even if it is beautiful weather or even if it is bad weather, I occupy almost all the time.
Sometimes when it’s very nice outside and there is plenty of light to play with it, I take my camera and I’m going to “hunt” subjects that I find interesting.
Maybe sometimes I have to plan my time so I can do everything I have planned.
Yes, it could be an idiom, but I did not really want to put it into practice because all my life I had time planned either at home or at work, and now that I am free I do not want to do it. Why to become a robot again? Well, no, not a definite one.
I’m not a fatalist, but I find that from day to day the time goes to my detriment, which makes me sad even if I think positively, maybe even more than anybody else, the glory of the Lord.
Although I have a lot of topics to deal with, the momentary inspiration is the most spectacular for me, for the simple reason that it deviates from the usual canons you do not always have to follow, either in photographic art or in other areas I’m good at.
“Do not I put too much soul in what I do?” Anyway for me, not only is habituality the second nature, but also the fact that it is a metaphor of pertinent life, and I take it as such.
Sometimes it is said about those who have done or have followed the cobblestone path of the exact sciences, that they are a bit goofy (excusing the less academic expression used) but who still have a native talent in various arts, either in music or in painting, or literature.
The native talent of writing and reporting facts or actions in the form of reportage, or novel, SF, love, cops, or historical is confirmed by many personalities.
For example, Einstein, although in the primary classes did not shine through the qualities, elaborated the famous theory of relativity, a theory that revolutionized the scientific world, so is thought, conceived it and demonstrated it physically and mathematically .I’m trying to hang on the paper, just a few aspects of my life, even at the risk of using a “somewhat outdated language,” as someone told me on the blog, because if I stay well and think I had a more tumultuous past in existing either through the transition from communism to capitalism 30 years ago or through my own life’s life, not so easy.
But perhaps the narrative description I use, maybe the Romanian-English translation that I do for all my friends outside, is a little more cumbersome, considering that I’m using free translation software from the internet, and the fact that English is not the language I am currently talking about.
But I think if I could think in English, it would be much simpler, but that takes time.
But I think, as the archaic language used in modern literature, can counterbalance the fact that I am not used to writing, although I am struggling, but at the same time giving the writing a special flavor and flavor that often pleases those who read from time to time what I write.
Even if I asked more bloggers to tell me their opinion about what I wrote, the answer was simple “continue to write”, although it would be interesting to know if I liked what I wrote.
I blazed and continued, perhaps not constantly, but when and when I was thinking of that prophetic word that has a lot of truth, “Only the suckers hoped …”.
However, hope is a sense of trust in the right solution, what they do, the patience of a virtue, and time a classic measuring instrument like a clepsydra that drains the sand from one container to another. “Until when …?”
Byron defined poetically-metaphorically “patience,” as a makeup on the face of existence, “and I can say that truth or search for truth is not for the infirm of the angel.
I will not go into too much detail, however, with the desire to write or express me in writing, or perhaps to make known whatI believe or think about life; I will continue whatever it is. Life is a succession of sequences, some expected, others less expected, but the weirdest you have to face permanently, otherwise you will not even be able to convince yourself of your sensory capabilities to overcome successfully.
They are hindrances, do not say no, but human nature also endowed us with extrasensory capacities that cause you to overtake one way or the other, but some risks deserve you to assume, and there are no limits between what is and what it should be.For example, at night, even if I’m not a follower of watching television shows, I’ve been habitually forgotten just for the sake of relaxing, getting rid of my mind and forgetting the stressful issues of the day, but that does not mean I do not read, but on the contrary, I can read even more.
Do not imagine that I want to review them, but on the contrary I mean that I was very inspired.
What struck me and made me think more deeply is a police actress, whom I will not name his name, but which I have always looked with great pleasure not because of the action but because of the characters, the action being obscure, ordinary, sterile.
There have been situations that have prompted me to revisit it even 2-3 times, or whenever it has resumed, on the television station.
There were three different series, with three different actors and different partners, all of them having something in common, namely the psychological language raised in relations with the other characters, and the less common action for police officers, the topics being approached being usually violent actions or violent scenes or even ghost scenes in our everyday life, but I have been following the very interesting dialogues.What I notice, each of them had totally opposed partners, or totally opposed partners, distinguished as if respecting just the title of attraction, as two different magnetic poles, or as two different colors of black and white, perfectly inherent.
What is even more interesting is that they are intellectual characters far above the media (attribute less common to today’s cops), using an academic language of fine psychologists who give a special flavor to the series, thus imposing a respect for the girl by the other characters, evidencing when they are not skidding over the actions imposed by the actions.
I think it’s among the few police series I look at, then I do not read, as I’m used to.
What else can you do in a world so crazy, full of suburban politics and hypocrites, when you have certain limits from which you can not deviate, but which impose restrictions from all points of view.
Even life is limited, the glory of the Lord that you cannot know when it will end, how it will end even if you know when it started.
But at least its size must be fully exploited, although not always what you want to happen.
The place of our living is the brain, which is an instrument of our own consciousness, reason, will and creativity, with the purpose of distributing the functions on its entire surface, from one hemisphere to the other.
That’s why I think it’s very important to relax and release yourself from the forces that make you unpleasant, whether you see a good movie or listen to good music that detracts from them or read a good book.
Many things you do or many actions you take can create a pleasant intimacy less well known to many but that can get rid of frustrations and allow self-control.
I honestly did not always succeed in many cases and I suffered, but I do not consider myself a moralist wolf. But as I said before, I’m like an open book, maybe the next time I write to give a new page, to a new chapter.