Friday, 19 July 2013
A broken city, broken souls and a flower
Just looking at a film on TV, called the dare devil. It's a bit like Superman where a Hero with super natural powers fights the dark forces and comes up for the weak.
It is not my piece of cake as it seems too easy, like in children's books. Real life seems more complicated . I try to make the best of it and try to make a little difference myself but sometimes I am in a stage (like now) where you ask yourself do I do enough and can I really make a difference. Sometimes I am in a stage that you just want to retreat as you see so much people
When I was young I had the ability to make people laugh. That's why they liked me because I put a spark in their day. I felt a bit lonely though as they didn't want to hear about my serious side and therefore I felt a bit disconnected.
Now I am able to connect but miss my playfulness. My brother still has the ability to make me laugh and he can brighten my day.
Anyway it makes me think about the meaning of life. I thought it was to love learn and grow. Or something like it. What do you think?
Sometimes I don't get the message. Why some things have to happen. Have no clue what to do when seeing broken souls around everywhere, how to help so many. I feel helpless and not being able to do anything for a while till I feel better again. I retreat to a smaller part of my world which are often the children at work and life becomes simple again, not exactly as in the dare devil, but still like in a children's book. Maybe that's where a flower grows out of the broken city.
Underneath a blast from the past.