We all change. Some more often, some – rarely. But it is impossible to stay the same in our ever-changing world. There are changes which forced on us and there are others, which we chose ourselves. It is always nice to be able to have a choice, but more often we change under the pressure of circumstances. Often those who love us have difficulties to accept our change and refuse to make an effort to understand it, not to mention – to leap with us into changing themselves. So, the question is really: do we get to love a new people on the every new turn of our changing? What happened to those, left behind? Should we stay with them instead, for we truly loved them when they were with us?
On music
When composer composes, they have a vision of what their music is about. When the listener listens, they’ve translate it to their own perception. What is true in music: the original or – what transpires out into the world?
On questions
“Language was invented to ask questions. Answers may be given by grunts and gestures, but questions must be spoken.” [Eric Hoffer]
On imagination
“That is the tragedy of language. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.” [O.S.Card, “Xenocide”]
On leaving
Life is really depends on so simple things. We may live it out, make plans and think, we know what we will be doing next hour, day, week, month, year…But as of a sudden life turns around and tells to re-think and change everything at once. A colleague of mine has suddenly left. She was due to resign in a two months time anyway, but she left today afternoon and will be flying home to Australia because she just discovered she needs an urgent and pretty serious operation. Her whole plans have been amended in a split moment. She came to talk to me before she left…I was amazed how her perception of life has been changed from last time I saw her last Friday…when we feel threatened by something we can’t fight, how everything, that used to matter to us becomes so insignificant…we really leave before our body does…
But while it is a hard path to walk, it is also difficult for those left behind. She is wiser then me. She just felt sorrow. I wanted her to keep holding on. We were not prepared for her leaving so soon. I gave her a soft toy, that has been sitting on my desk – a cute green froggy thing. There is something deeply disturbing in the fact that all she takes with her is a toy…I hope that she will be all right in the end of her journey.
Please be…