When I was young and angry I had it all figured out. I argued to win and I wanted to change the world. Later on I realized that wasn’t my cause. I realized I wasn’t Jesus. I couldn’t change everything and everyone.
Now I’m getting older, wiser I think. I’ve learned that anger doesn’t help, that there is no winning or loosing in arguing. Only learning. And the more I learn, the more I find me not knowing. I getting wrinkles around my eyes, and I don’t care that much about uninportant matters, like what people think. And I think and feel a lot about what I should do with my life.
And maybe, when I think and feel about it, it isn’t such a bad idea after all. To have a cause. To change the world.
At least a part of it.
For a while…
/
Like this:
Like Loading...
About blogbypa
Swedish writer, voice over-artist and photographer who practises reflexology. Would like to change the world, but settles with a wish to bring a thought, a sense or even make someone feel better, if only for a while. Believes in the the inward and outward human force. Works out, run in woods, meditate and practise qigong. Likes to find another way.
Blogs about life, neither more nor less. Or both. About love and stupidity, death and nudity, lies and wise men in trees. Questions habits and patterns, traditions and people’s disability to stick to the truth. Wants to write with love. Or with anger. And often with a twinkle. But without self-pity or cant.
Decorates the discourses with Iphone-pics. It’s just a hang-up. If you’re interested in the real pictures, please visit www.bypa.se.
View all posts by blogbypa
When I was young and angry I had it all figured out. I argued to win and I wanted to change the world. Later on I realized that wasn’t my cause. I realized I wasn’t Jesus. I couldn’t change everything and everyone.
