„Reaching the highest point will only get you to an other mountain. It is to say what is beyond that.” ©

I couldn’t sleep yesterday night. Neither the night before..and the night before. As I woke up, I saw the full moon, that made me feel better a little, knowing that I never sleep when it’s full moon. So I went back to think, just to enjoy one of my addictions. It may sound strange, but I love to be thinking before falling asleep.

This „entertainment” always reminds me a certain lesson in high-school, when the double role of a man enchanted me (who was poet, writer, musician, and painter at the same time); he pretended to be a normal person, an average citizen in the daylight, and the beautiful part was when he turned into a zealous man of arts in the night time.

So I had time to think. I already had this blog ready, with the apples – it was love at second sight – and with my idea, I just had to find a way to tell it to you. I felt like there is this chance to open my mind, and even if no one reads it, in some way it does worth to give it away.

In the past years I have seen many things, and I had many conclusions. I have arisen on many things. People would be surprised about the things I look down on, but they are always welcomed to blame my pride, or simply my experience. Going further, I built up my imaginations about the "something different", a better way, those are my wishes, the wishes of the always-wondering-consciousness.

But they won’t be done, I know people enough to know, that the world won’t change, at least not in a good direction, that is why I prefer to care about other things. What other things might be, when the world is the completeness? Well, it is not. I am kinda thinking about world as a temporary place of my stay (no, I don’t mean Heaven.)But it is still only a part. The other things are framing the „whole”, creating a different existence. Maybe it is only my way, but humans should consider things, which are upper than money, food, job or a wife/husband.

Mentality has become the only value of our present existence: life..at least in my life..

And there is the fact, that I always end up wondering about this, even if I start from something really usual.

I sound weird..I am weird..But I am still a human, I still wish „average things”.

This is my Ars Poetica.