tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546809607183879482024-03-05T09:21:24.265+00:00fat people are harder to kidnapsleepin, pics, music, gigs, travellin', books, cinema, wroclaw, london, prague, fake wayfarers, design, kids' stuff (moomin trolls, krtek, old disney), junk, nerd and proud, urban sports (tubesurfing, dumpster diving, roof climbing, racing in trolleys), crafts, arts, tv towers etc.borntosleephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08394122918236118720noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654680960718387948.post-70136889616974303312015-07-06T09:18:00.000+00:002015-07-06T09:18:09.586+00:00i know what you mean, bro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div><div class="p2">If somebody asked me about my faith, I would probably say I am agnostic. I was brought up in a country where catholicism is treated as an obvious set of beliefs and I was baptised before I had my first teeth. I was fed with the truth of the faith ever since I have learned to speak and it took me years to learn to disagree with it. With time, my colonised brain did, like many colonised nations did before, learn how to choose from a religion only what it found reasonable and somehow convenient. I believe in a kind and careful God that is looking after me. I have never been a victim to pain, poverty, illness, violence or suffering and I simply need some deity to which I can express my gratitude.</div><div class="p3"><br />
</div><div class="p2">If somebody asked me if I was afraid of death I would surely say that I wasn't. At least that was the case up until around a month ago. My set of beliefs never went as far as life after death. Surely, I was afraid of pain, suffering, prolonged illness, death of the loved ones. But dying? Once I die, I am dead and none of it is my problem. The motoric functions stop together with vision and hearing. I don't breath, think or feel - I am no more and there's nothing more to it. And so I really wasn't afraid of dying.</div><div class="p3"><br />
</div><div class="p2">Sometimes last month, I went to a concert. It was a band playing music inspired by Russian, Czech, Roma, Irish, Balkan, Scandinavian etc. folklore, interweaving the music with, for instance, performances of puppet theatre, only the puppets were made of animal and human bones. They played and performed for more than 4 hours and sang beautiful and sad songs in languages of all nations east of Labe. And this music stirred in me feelings of nostalgia that initially I could not comprehend. It wasn't until the lyrics of one of the songs rang in my ears, that I understood the feeling - I regretted, for the first time in my life, that I was going to die.</div><div class="p3"><br />
</div><div class="p2">I didn't think about this realisation much until last night. I went to another concert and soon after the music started I was paralysed by the same feeling of disbelief and sadness. It may either happen tomorrow or in seventy years, but it is bound to happen and there's nothing I can do about it. I will not be around forever, and I don't have forever to enjoy all the improbable and incredible wonders of time and space. It is both a good and terrifying feeling to realise it, to stop taking the fact that I am here for granted, and so I nervously started making some hushed promises to self under my breath, something about celebrating each day of this gift of life with awe and marvel.</div><div class="p3"><br />
</div><div class="p4"><span class="s1">And I was at such state of mind, when Ólafur Arnalds said that this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fyxu3LLwSV4">song</a> </span>was written for his grandma, who was a very cool person, but is with us no more. Having heard this, I have fallen apart to pieces and all I could to was to be grateful to the musician for asking the audience to be quiet and to the audience for respecting his request. Everyone stood motionless, without as much as bouncing on the balls of their feet, and it was a blessing - for I was fully disintegrated and the small pieces of me have spilled all over the floor. My left eye was lying dangerously close to a heel of somebody's fashionable Oxford shoe while one of my thumbs would be entirely crushed, if the girl to my right decided to shift her balance. Breathe in, breathe out. I collected myself together and looked around the audience of six hundred people. We are all going to die.</div></div>borntosleephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08394122918236118720noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654680960718387948.post-52280122537695926372011-11-25T14:47:00.000+00:002011-11-25T14:47:35.794+00:00in previous life she might have been a dead person<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJNfFhC23Dw7AuyTmysT2ymNOBbjRPcvVrISqL2nszYAtwWwqD22f3MDJ_mdZU4ZYwZjhZGxHF_k8bgUSKoY0-clC_ihJnbx-YcjUdRF8OIy0rvnEDj7CLFlevdLuSHZ0j8La8VRYun0/s1600/Staff+retre_Vlasim+CR_2011_Ewa+%252816%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJNfFhC23Dw7AuyTmysT2ymNOBbjRPcvVrISqL2nszYAtwWwqD22f3MDJ_mdZU4ZYwZjhZGxHF_k8bgUSKoY0-clC_ihJnbx-YcjUdRF8OIy0rvnEDj7CLFlevdLuSHZ0j8La8VRYun0/s640/Staff+retre_Vlasim+CR_2011_Ewa+%252816%2529.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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story of my life, approx. twice a day</div>borntosleephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08394122918236118720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654680960718387948.post-5607106438960792452011-01-16T20:20:00.001+00:002011-01-16T20:21:16.497+00:00my grandparents and their rides<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBdOWLi0YQjZKqcDNXgLmvnXMY1u4sGs8wdtOc7XTSQ0cfZUrEqGXNSur5i3RBWh4M70vzDb7rH5cX3yK1H72qi8XWFeA7boKM7SDKNQ5xxMdEFMjPCzhlkczcIyT1dfMGliSF4YDbK8/s1600/libia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBdOWLi0YQjZKqcDNXgLmvnXMY1u4sGs8wdtOc7XTSQ0cfZUrEqGXNSur5i3RBWh4M70vzDb7rH5cX3yK1H72qi8XWFeA7boKM7SDKNQ5xxMdEFMjPCzhlkczcIyT1dfMGliSF4YDbK8/s640/libia2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> my grandfather and his ride in front of a building</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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