Veganima

I am dead.

"There was a sad young man who was searching to gain back the beatitude of his childhood.
He was seeking for it everywhere. He had left his home many times to chase it.
In far away lands he dared to venture across sea and mountains he went through, to feel again in peace.
 
But every time he would try to grab that feeling of happiness, it disappeared.
And each time, he realized that it was already there when and where he was desiring for it.

As he remembered that he was in such a state of bliss, he cried as if the ocean could spill out from his eyes.
And there fore looked again to find it, but, as if trying to reach the horizon, he found himself never being able to collect happiness anywhere.

Desperate he stopped and turned his attention deeply in himself following his breath through the lungs.
Then he felt the throbbing of his heart and discovered a truth... beatitude is in you when all the desires had disappeared and all the thoughts had became less than a whisper vanishing in the wind.

He cried and cried... and never again he desired to be some where else."
~ M. D. (me)

Enya "Only Time, Wild Child" ...

I should leave this journal empty as the empty world i live in.

People seems shadows, it does not matter if they laugh or cry.
I walk in the streets and see no beauty in the people. Only shadows.

However, yesterday i saw a female, of about my age (25) unusually dressed, blonde waves the hair and a captivating visage, at least for me. She was obviously not native of this peninsula, i guess she came from north-east of the european continent.
On her face a deep inner sadness was staring at the pave while walking.
With some grace and a note of hesitation, she stopped and looked at some cute dresses in a window shop, which was closed, just next to the bench i was sitting. Then she kept on walking, lowering again her unhappy gaze, passing by me... and i have seen in her countenance something shining that no other people had, it was like i was reflected in her eyes for how much i felt her feelings... she was lone, not lost, but lone, like me...

I wanted to ask her to spend the evening together like never before in this life, so i stood up from the bench, took my jacket and looked for her...


Well... i think no one would be interested in this, anyway. So the journal ends here.

It is kind to wish happiness, and i love that but how there could be happiness without being conscious?
Therefore, wish you an happy new awake.
Consciousness may be with ever-y-one.

Please avoid asking what the #&%@ i wrote.

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