es gaidu to briidi, kad taapat kaa taa beibe no Labirinta, sadauziishu to shausmiigo ieslodziijuma barjeru, kas mani apnjem, un izdariishu to ko mana sirds grib

viss pilniigi viss dziivee ir dranjkjiiba, kas neaizskar sirdi

man taa riebj visi tie njergas, kas nonievaa juutas un emocijas un sirdi. jo tikai sirds sajuutas, cilveekaa iedvesh patiesu speeku un dziiviibu, un viss paareejais ir pelavas un ljaunestiiba

un es gaidu to briidi, kad es beigshu dariit visu paareejo, jo lai kaa sevi apvaardotu, es to nedaru priekhs kaut kaada lieliska naakotnes meerkja. jo nav naakotnes un nav pagaatnes.

“In man’s life his time is a mere instant, his existence a flux, his perception fogged, his whole bodily composition rotting, his mind a whirligig, his fortune unpredictable, his fame unclear. To put it shortly: all things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit in a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion. What then can escort us on our way? One thing, and one thing only: philosophy. This consists in keeping the divinity within us inviolate and free from harm, master of pleasure and pain, doing nothing without aim, truth, or integrity, and independent of all others’ action or failure to act. Further, accepting all that happens and is allotted to it as coming from that other source which is its own origin: and at all times awaiting death with the glad confidence that it is nothing more than the dissolution of the elements of which every living creature is composed. Now if there is nothing fearful for the elements themselves in their constant changing of each into another, why should one look anxiously in prospect at the change and dissolution of them all? This is in accordance with nature: and nothing harmful is in accordance with nature.”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book 2, 167 CE

es shitaa tagad preciizi juutos

es nevaru neko padariit, jo es juutos ljoti diivaini, un viss ko man gribas dariit ir guleet vai eest. es juutos kaut kaa, kaa it kaa viss ir normaali, bet kaa es neesmu pareizajaa vietaa, it kaa es buutu iekaapusi minimaali citaadaakaa, bet ljoti liidziigaa realitaatee. gaisaa ir kaut kaadas shviikas un nemiers.
nenosodiet alkoholu. ko tik es neatdotu, lai kaads man pie gultas pienestu karstu kapuchino kruuzi kuraa ieliets beilijs. tad vinjsh man maigi noglaastiitu sirds regjionu. man ir taada sajuuta, ka man kruushu kurvii ir kaut kaads bubulis vai zirneeklis, kas urbinaas uz visam puseem.
tas ir taa kaa tie sapnji, kur tu esi istabaa, un nevari pa iistam iesleegt gaismu, kur spuldziites it kaa deg, bet minimaali, un leenaam izdziest, un ir mijkreeslis. nezinu vai jums ir bijushi taadi spuldziishu sapnji, bet tie ir visbiedeejoshaakie