To live is the rarest thing in the world

Most people exist, that is all.

-Oscar Wilde

Consensus has become just a hollow word

Everybody is dying in his own language.

We are each other´s echo.

Please understand that you cannot win, if the other loses.

As long as there is not a real sense of communion between us, nothing genuine can be created, and none of us will have a real life.

Life is not about me, it is not about you. Life is indeed about us.

If there is no strong and meaningful sense of “us”, there won´t be either any space left for “you” and “me”.

Love is here, never elsewhere…

At the beginning there were two, but three other
lonely women showed up.

I was the only male in this company tonight.

Me and 5 stunning women – including my girlfriend.
Pretty surreal!

Most uncommon New Years Eve.

Many people are craving for company and love.
Similar to the girls I was surrounded by tonight.

It was quite bewildering to witness.
These women despite their striking beauty
were complaining about having a hard time
to attract a man.
You could feel their being sad about being mateless.

I told them that unless they take the trouble to know
WHO THEY ARE,
unless they find out and investigate what they really like,
love to do, discovering their inner center and real vocation in life,
they will keep attracting even more loneliness
and relational disappointment. 

One of them kind of heard my words:

“There has to be a certain reason why I ended up here meeting you”
she said.

Pretty paradoxical:
Despite her saying this, she couldn`t visibly consider her own words.
She gave me the ball:
“So fortunate you are, aren`t you happy with 5 girls around you?”

As if my words were about me…

No, they were not alert to heed the message.
They found my words “interesting”…and skilfully changed
the subject.

I GAVE THEM VALUABLE INFORMATION,
YET THEY FAILED TO RECOGNIZE IT…

Always elsewhere…
Like most of the people, they search in others what they seemingly
are not able TO GIVE THEMSELVES.

A portrait of woman today

David939 says:
Women are the ones that tend to put so much emphasis on the romantic version of love and yet in my mind really have no idea how to find and keep that kind of love.  When I have “loved” a woman I have done whatever I could to make her feel comfortable, cared for, important and loved.  In return, because of their inability to exercise self-control, inability to be insightful into the way they act…starting expecting more from me than I was willing to give.  In the end I was labelled as lazy and uncaring…and a misogynist.  Today I am happy to be labelled as whatever someone sees fit.  I have found someone who views and respects the action of love as I do and in the process I am free to speak out honestly against anyone that twists their version of love to suit only their own self-gratification.

Me:
I do hear your words.

What I can say is that our modern crisis is the direct outcome of women being totally
fucked up – that is, more or less estranged from whatever “natural femininity” entails.

There are undoubtedly some very few interesting women on the planet, but all in all,
woman today has become a terrible nuisance. A disaster:

Vanity, vanity, vanity in unthinkable forms, emotional poverty, – that would be rather appropriate to say total absence of emotions, – surface and only surface again in different versions, stupidity and fussiness, and above all a total disinterest for passion, decency, generosity, beauty, poetry or real love. Women seem to live and nourish themselves with their constant revenge on man. Man is to the only one to be blamed and hold responsible for their failing as women…So incredibly redundant…So unspeakably mean and meaningless…

Their only interests is to dominate, control, manipulate and punish man. Punishment is
The Recurrent Theme in everything.

They are so immensely boring, bloated and self-infatuated, humorless, huffy and fatuously predictable…They think they are entitled to get everything, but they give nothing in return…I have really wondered many times, how man puts up with average woman…

The women I cared for and loved, wanted to destroy me. Literally. They couldn´t stand my honest and innocent love. Of course, I admit I fell the victim of my own projection choosing a certain type of women..but still…I came to the conclusion that they cannot stand genuine feeling, purity, dignity, decency and straightforwardness.

They despise all these things, generally preferring all kind of absurd and twisted relations with uncouth men lying to them, demean and make them suffer.  This type of savage man keeps them in “constant surprise.”

A girl I met confessed openly that if I am supposed to reach out to her, I have to literally lie to her. She was not at all interested to hear any truth…She at least admitted that…

Man has his portion of guilt in all this, but again, how can we be different when Real Motherhood has become nothing but a forlorn myth…?

Am I a misogynist speaking so bluntly?…Maybe I am…But that´s what you are called if
you dare call things by their real name…

Most men in different categories of age are aware of this. Nevertheless, I am so utterly amazed that there are so few who have the guts to express the truth about this.

Just to mention that I was fortunate to find a fairly loving, open, sincere, natural and stable girl by my side.
One in a million…

Great to read your comment. Hope we can continue the dialogue.

No real men left

Said a friend of mine:

“Damn it, he behaves like a female. He is terribly incoherent.
His words are as much confusing as most women’s are.”

I couldn´t hold myself from portentous laughter.

He continued:

“He is like most men today – feminised.

This seems to be the curse of our time – there are almost no real men left,
no guts, no balls, no dignity, they all behave like sissies…

No wonder, women are pissed off, despising us…”

They all know it all right, but pretend not to see.

What about you?…

If…

If only closed minds came with closed mouths…

I torture myself therefore I exist

“If Life is seamlessly flowing and beautiful, I am not interested. It´s too easy.

I have to turn everything upside down, I have a very important agenda to fulfill, choosing unimaginable hardships, punishment and suffering, for who am I without conflict and violence?

Everything has to be agonizingly difficult, I need to destroy everything around me, I need to torment myself in order to feel I am someone. Punishment is my virtue, you are not serious and trustworthy unless you embrace too our imaginary torture…”

Is Man irrevocably demented, or what? Just look around:

Despite all flagrant evidence that they exist, already being what they harshly try to become, people refuse to believe this most manifest fact, indulging in most absurd and inane striving, fighting, recklessly killing themselves, in fact, wiping out the whole planet, for what…? To eventually prove to themselves they are alive.

This my friends is Man´s twisted legacy to himself – his madness.

She just said it with a charming smile

If I have done something many times, there is no guarantee that I am also good at it.

Who or Why…?

Emma:
Perhaps it’s a big circle and you can choose a vicious or a benificent event.

Me:
WHO is choosing the vicious or the beneficient…?
And above all… – WHY?

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