Showing posts with label free your mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free your mind. Show all posts

Monday, August 25, 2014

Million Dollar Morning

That was my first thought when I woke up today and looked out of the window. Vitosha* was huddled up like a cat, caressed by its owner - the Sun. It was lovely green, alive, warm, throbbing. It was August, a perfect summer morning! This morning I didn’t feel alive, but living, not functioning, but breathing. I felt like a part of something whole, I felt my little, tiny hope that Paradise is somewhere on Earth is not as absurd as I’ve ever thought. The Sky was blue, but a blue without any trails clouds. The trees have become alive, old ents that were chattering on their ancient, absurd tongue.





Why I thought it was a “million dollar morning?” Maybe because, occasionally, we are capable of touching the essence of life, its meaning. What is lifе's meaning then? Happiness? One moment pleasure? What? It is ridiculous to claim I have understood everything, but can millions buy such a moment, millions symbolizing the material ambition? You just realize how absurd is the connection between happiness and material. It sounds funny in “real” moments like this one. My opinion at least… I don’t have the claim to be the Bible or the Quran or any other measure what is right and what is wrong. I understood the link between this summer morning, the Sun, material, happiness… moments, all about moments - no past, no present, no future, only a flash, one second, one blink, one instant. An instant of bliss, a million dollar moment.




It was not a dream, I wasn’t sleeping either. It was not a mere longing, I just grabbed this morning, the happiness. My day is not going to be gray!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Утро за милиони

Това беше първата ми мисъл, когато се събудих днес и погледнах през прозореца. Витоша се беше сгушила самодоволно като коте, галено от своя стопанин - Слънцето. Беше чудно зелена, жива, топла, туптяща. Беше идеалната лятна утрин, август е! Да, в тази утрин се почусвтах не жив, а живеещ, не функциониращ, а дишащ, почувствах се част от цялото, почувствах, че малката ми и скромна надеждица Раят да е някъде тук, на Земята, може и да не е толкова абсурдна. Небето си беше синьо, ама какво синьо, необременено от бялото на облаците. Дърветатa бяха оживели, превърнаха се в стари енти, които бърбореха на своя древен, абсурдно звучащ език.

Само един миг...


Защо си помислих точно “утро за милиони”, може би защото в редки моменти, имаме способността да схващаме есенцията на живота, смисъла, а какъв е той? Щастие? Моментна наслада? Какво? Не твърдя, че съм  прозрял всичко, нелепо е, но разбрах едно - милионите, като олицетворение на материалното могат ли да купят такъв миг? Осъзнаваш колко нелепа е корелацията между материално и щастие, наистина смехотворна дори. Поне според мен… не твърдя да съм Библия, Коран или каквато и да е мярка за прав и крив. Разбрах за мен каква е връзката между това лятно утро, слънцето, материалното, щастието… моменти, всичко е моменти - няма минало, няма бъдеще, няма настояще, има само блясък, секунда, момент, един миг. Миг на щастие, миг за милиони…



Не мечтаех, не сънувах, не копнеех, просто грабнах мига, грабнах щастието… денят ми няма да е сив!

Monday, May 26, 2014

The Day He Found God

“Who are you? What are you? How do you live? What is God to you? Do you believe, do you believe, do you believe…” a thin, annoying and harsh voice whispered!

“I want to sleep, leave me alone! ” he said. He wanted to be left alone, he hated that voice… only if he could make him shut up, only if he could “seal” this hole, speaking and torturing him, forever!

“Do you believe, do you believe… are you a real believer? You don’t say yes, you don’t believe, do you?” the thin voice continued its tirade. It was tireless, tiresome, sizzling like a hot oil in a frying pan.

It was three past midnight! He went to bed four hours ago… the voice was whispering for four endless and horrible hours. Not whispering, insisting. And he knew the voice was right! It was always right, never wrong, it was always telling the truth. It was whispering until he admitted he wasn’t a Christian, he wasn't pious, he didn’t believe, he didn’t pray, he didn’t do anything the righteous people told him to do. When he admitted his sins, he could almost hear the soft and quiet laughter coming from the voice... the voice was always happy when he confessed his sins.
Every single night this happened. He talked to so many righteous people, asked for help, begged on his knees to make this voice stop. He was just a confused boy, he wanted to sleep, to run, to play, to love… ”Boy, God is not a toy! He is just and loving, confess your sins! This is the only way He can make this voice stop. The voice comes from the Devil, the Satan, the evil! You don’t want to live with it, do you?”. This is how they answered, the religious people, those who had been chosen by God to “rule” in his stead on Earth. And the voice came night after night though he was confessing…

One day he met her. Little, shy and innocent as an angel girl. The way she looked at him, the way she moved her lips gently, trying to say something she was too shy to say, her laughter pure and sweet as the sweetest fig, made him feel strange. He felt something he hadn’t felt before - he loved. Passionately and genuinely. Of course, he thought he was wrong, he shouldn’t have done this, he knew that the voice every night was going to get angrier and less patient to his sins. For the first time in his life he was right.
“Sinner, sinner, sinner, beg, beg, beg…” was screaming the voice all night long.” You left God because of a girl? You will pay, God will punish you!”

“No, I love him, I prayed all day, I swear, I prayed, don’t hurt me, don’t… I just love her, too.” was sobbing the boy.

No one heard his pain, no one heard his voice, no one was there to save him, even God. A God, they told him, who loves us all and forgives us all. Love... love was the word he repeated several times. ”I love her!” he murmured. “ I love her!” he shouted. “I love her!” - he screamed with all the strength he had. All they told him about God was Love, but they used fear, pain, doubt! “ God is Love.” he thought again. “God Loves me and I love God, and he loves her and I love her, too!” Something changed, something cracked beneath the surface... It started raining, cold and unpleasant rain but he imagined her - wet, shy and loving. He realized he saw God, he knew God, he understood God.


This night was silent. The voice wasn’t there. It was gone, far away… there was only satisfaction. And somewhere, above in the clouds, God was smiling.

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Friday, November 29, 2013

15 Things Freedom Is

Sea, sand and freedom...


No matter how much we write about it or how much we discuss it, there is always something to say about it. Freedom is a word, a term, a condition, a mindset. Here I want to give some Freedom examples, let’s enjoy it together…


Freedom is every moment you laugh from the bottom of your heart, deep, pure laughter, without even caring about who is watching you, who is annoyed by this “noise”.


Freedom is every time you cry, you feel the tears falling down from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. Moments when you are sad and happy at the same time: sad because you suffer, and happy because emotion is freedom.


Freedom is when you wake up and see the sun smiling again, when you feel its warm caress and embrace.


Freedom is when you sit on the beach and watch the sea, its power, its might, its gentle touch when you wade in it.

Freedom is when you see little kids playing outside hide and seek, when you hear their passion and emotions.


Freedom is every time when you feel the wind, ruffling your hair, touching your nose, lips, as if trying to kiss you and feel you…


Freedom is when you do something for someone and see how grateful he is.


Freedom is the moment you spend with your friends in charming and magical summer nights, when the crickets are singing their energetic song.


Freedom is when you like something and you announce this “I LIKE THIS”.


Freedom is every time you eat something delicious and you feel the pleasure, it’s just like you are in heaven.


Freedom is every time you finish something, every single thing you accomplish.


Freedom is the trust you give people, the trust that people give you.


Freedom is when you buy something new and you feel happy about it, without caring how much you spent.


Freedom is when you unite yourself with one song, become one, start singing it, feeling it, touching it with this web of emotions.


Freedom is… God. If God exists there is no doubt for me, he is the ultimate personification of Freedom. As many religions say God is immense, eternal, almighty and unlimited.

 Freedom is not limited, it is everywhere… It depends only on us to find it, to perceive it, to take it and to use it. It’s beyond any descriptions. You need to feel it, to live it!

What Freedom is for you?




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