I write here about everything... my daily life, plans for the future, my yoga struggle, various observations, my intimate relationships and dating experiences, and many other things but I never forget that all this is just imagination.

People don't like to be wrong. They hate to admit they're wrong and they take it as a sign of weakness. Not me. It's okay to be wrong. In fact, we need to be wrong more and be happy about it – because it's the only way we change.

By writing this blog I have learned that everything changes, nothing in life is static; basically everything in this world is fake so there are no mistakes. In this sea of lies, being right of wrong, does not mean anything.

At the end of the day, my blog is just a blog, a collection of bullshit and useless words. I have received many emails to write and being paid for it. Some people wanted to post here their own bullshit. I don't let anyone tell me what my blog needs to be about, or what I need to change it to make it a success.

My blog is not popular, so what? Daily 50 visitors on average is okay to me. This blog is just an entertainment, it’s my escape from the boredom of daily life, it is a place I put my thoughts, hopes and fears out to the universe at large.
 
I have no idea of what things going to happen and that's the fun part – writing it as it comes.
 
What lies ahead? Shitty times are coming that's for sure. Hatred between people is increasing more and more, the humility and considerations for others are gone.
 
That reminds me of a poem by Charles Bukowski, which perfectly describes the state of humanity at present time...


there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach love do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art