The masters of stumbling

When they stumble all their life, they naturally take great pleasure in seeing
others stumble – deliberately preventing each other from having a nice and seamless life.

Real contact is tabu, dancing and being together is emotionally incorrect nowadays, yes, even dangerous.
God forbid, it is too unpredictable… – what can happen if we get to know each other…?

“I am miserable but strong in my stupid loneliness, but you are not supposed to see that.”

She asked me if I´m well.
I am ok I guess, I am so utterly bored at times though, to be “dancing” on my own.

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

3 Responses to The masters of stumbling

  1. We only think we ‘Dance’ on our own, when in truth we are never alone, Just listen to that inner voice which is always speaking, always begging to be listened too and all too often we ignore its promptings…
    We are the ones who create the ‘Dance’ for we should Dance within ourselves with joy, but we look to others who tell us often its not the place to Dance, and not the correct Tune to dance to…
    We stumble often only because we Fear where to tread, and how stupid we should look should we fall..
    To Dance………….. is to listen to the joy in ones heart and not wait to be asked if we are well,.. But to shout to the world ” I AM alive… I AM Well……….. for I Dance!……

  2. julienmatei says:

    Hi Sue,

    Literally speaking, if you go to a regular club nowadays – and not only in Stockholm – you see people “dancing” on their own – never with each other. The kind of frantic barbarism called music today, doesn´t allow you to dance together. Everybody is in his own swirling idiotic trance. Nobody sees or is interested in the other. Everything is invented so that you can´t reach the other – you can´t dance, you can´t talk, if you wanna say something, you must yell out of your wits…Why is that? Because there is terrible noise, chaos and shame in people´s souls, so obviously they don´t want to be seen.

    I do “dance” in joy, sometimes though, I would like some meaningful communion – and that´s exactly the thing you don´t find here in Stockholm. People refuse and hate to be themselves, they are not interested, not curious, not nothing…You have the weird feeling that you
    don´t exist…as everything is feigned…Life here is a pecuilar theater…

    I guess this is the outcome of the nihilistic education they have received. “Don´t touch my feeling” – that´t what you hear. Don´t move me…don´t make me feel. It is awful what I say but
    that´s the truth…It is such a chaos in their souls, so obviously, they don´t want to be reminded of their humanness…

    Yesterday i was feeling great, but I had to celebrate my being joyful on my own…I understand that when you are low people flee your company. BUT WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY AND THEY FLEE, THAT IS REALLY HELLISH….

    Really, it sounds crazy, but human beings seem to be terribly afraid of joy, happiness and true togetherness.

    They kind of deliberately seek and indulge in trouble, misery and unhappiness.

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