Day 123. Life is like a book

   

   Sometimes we feel we've got so much time that we don't know what to do with it and we end up being bored because nothing seems good enough. But most of the times we feel time's running through our fingers and there's nothing we can do to stop it. 

   Today melancholy caught me gently. It made me think about life passing before my eyes just like a book that's read so fast and then, when you least expect, it's over and everything stops from existing. Why are be born if we're all to die someday? What's our purpose here? As a friend used to say: what's the point of living if after two or three generations nobody calls your name anymore and when the Earth is to be distroyed, everything mankind created will fall into oblivion? So, what's our point here? To grow up, make mistakes, learn from them and reproduce? There must be something more than that. What is it? And why were you born before me? Why was I born here? My life could have been totally different... but do I really want a different life? No. I don't. I'm happy like this. Maybe this is our purpose here: to be happy and the universe conspires to create happy destinies. We're destined to be happy, aren't we? We just have to open our eyes and believe it. Everything else will happen naturally.

Day 120. No coincidences

   

   In the book I'm reading lately a police inspector said that "there is no such thing as coincidence". In the world of crimes he might be right. It's not the first time I hear this expression though. Some say that whenever we meet someone we know on the street or have the same thought as somebody... it's supposed to happen like that. I tend to agree because I believe in "everything happens for a reason". On the other hand, I know some people believe in a universe where everything's made by chance and where our decisions shape our future, but what if that very day I have to meet that very person who changes my life? Or remind me I have to do something? Or invite me to the theatre and that play changes something in my life? What if from time to time we make a big, rational decision without knowing that it's exactly the one we have to make to get to a certain spot and learn a certain lesson? What if there's a girl called Destiny who's reading us the story of our life as we live it? It might be like this: we make our own decisions but we get to the place we are destined to just like having the chance of climbing a mountain through various paths but reaching the same top no matter the path we follow:) 

   I wouldn't mind having a preset of my life because that would only organize me better. I like bringing color to it through my own ways and still going where I have to go, learn the lessons that we all have to learn and reach that final point wisely. If the destiny thing would be real, I just wonder: why is it that some people are allowed to live longer and others so little? In the end, is it our decisions that bring us our death or was it written to be like this? Maybe the answer lies somewhere in the middle. 

Day 71. Colorful heaven

   I don't know about you, but I admire painters SO much! I wish I would have been able to create such a beauty with my own hands. Nevertheless, one has to settle for the gift he received when he was born. Was it random draw? Was it destiny?

  Today I got the chance to see some works of a painter from my own city: Octavian Popescu. Very very talented! I looove his landscapes and his flower paintings!:) 

   So, this afternoon I stepped into heaven for a bit and it was heart melting:)