Sweet November

November tell me, tell me what's your secret. Every year you are special for me. Not only because I have my birthday with you but because you give me way too much experience compared to the others.
November you are rude. You wildly smash the door of autumn and blow your frozen breath into the room.
November you are melancholic. The soft fog that occupies the city at every morning and the weak effort of the woozy sun to break, seems nothing to you.
November you are harsh. Always delivering the hardest punch to me where it hurts the most. Always.
November you are wise. You teach me things I don't want to know. But I have to.

November I love you. Especially for this year. It began like every month then an enormous crack came, a leaving flatmate, many tasks to solve, personal storms and then a returning flatmate again, with a new one into a house where nothing changed but everything is different.

Photo: http://blogol.hu/pikz/silima/b011_november.jpg

Moving out

Basically I haven't got anything against change. My family have changed homes 3 times in 10 years so I should be used to it. I changed home when I was 14 to go to a school 300 kms away from my hometown. Then I moved even further for the University. I called a Dutch city HOME for 5 months... 2000 kms away from my "place of birth". Then I got back to my country again to move to another flat in the university city where I spend most of my time. I call it Home too.
And now, I have to move again.

Of course moving out is never easy. You are not only leaving the things behind but you leave the memories there too.
The early mornings, the click of the boiler which signed that your tea is ready, the people who you welcomed there, the memory of the first cooking, the never-ending studying in exam periods, the color of the dawn on the bedroom's wall, the time you spent in the sofa dreaming about something, the small sighs of someone in your bed next to you...

Reconstruction

Reconstruction is the era in the life of the United States when the government was focusing on repairing the after-effects of the Civil War.
Just like in history we all have an age of reconstruction from time to time in our life. There are different types of it. Sometimes fixing some elements is enough, the other time a few parts is needed to be changed and there are those occasions when destroying the whole building is inevitable.
The fall is spectecular and loud, the smoke it causes is stifling, the tiny parts of the smog enters your lung and for a while breathing becomes hard and painful. The building site is full of with ruins, once called "home". A bodeful dark age rises from the ashes with brutish raiders who know no mercy.
And you love it and think you deserve the wild nights, the things you allow yourself to do. However you hurt others.
From the very first and smallest sand dusts the reconstruction begins. There will be a strong castle again which will stand the test of time.
With the experiences you gained but without the parts of the old-castle.
Photo: The building site by Kiwishake

Simpleism

"It's feeery simple" said my Dutch football coach whenever he explained something complicated. Without recognizing he invented the name of a new lifestyle; Simpleism.

Simpleism is the very simple and comfortable way to survive your days. Remember that any kind of sacrifice is forbidden and not welcomed thus it's in vain. There is always an ordinary and accepted way to deal with things.

Why build a house if it can be bought? Why do physical exercises if fitness can be bought? Why change something if it can be ignored? Why have a desire if it's hard to reach? Why think about yourself it it hurts? Why follow your heart if it's unusual and unappropiate for everybody else except you?

See? It's very easy! As easy as letting a rose die on a working desk.

So simple that there's no photo this time.